"What are you doing?!"

"I'm not crazy! Just-- Hey, hey, listen--listen to me. Take it down. Take it down. Tubbo! Tubbo, please, for the love of god, look me in the eyes right now. I need you to listen to me. Trust me." He pauses and turns to Dream. "Dream. You, you, you idiot."

"What are you doing."

"You aren’t-- All this time, you go around fucking with your dupe discs and your obsidian and your shit. Thinking you’re the shit! This isn’t some “Tommy’s gone insane”, everyone. I’m not following down Wilbur’s path! I’m not any of this-- I’m not getting exiled! Because, my friend… You have nothing of mine. But, Dream..." He pauses for dramatic effect. "A long time ago… I got something of yours."

He opens the strange chest and takes out a piece of leather.

"Dream, are you familiar with your old pet horse? Do you remember? What was his name, Dream? What was his name? Kill me all you want, Dream. Kill me all you want. What was his name?"

"--I can't kill you, we're in the Holy Land. I can hurt you but I'm not going to kill you."

"What was his name, Dream?"

"Spirit."

"Spirit. Months ago! Months ago, I retrieved Spirit’s remains, an item that means so very much to you. You have nothing on me anymore. You don’t have any discs. Months ago I retrieved this, alright? And I’ve been holding onto this for so long! And everyone thinks that you’ve got this high ground, you’re this madman… You don’t have anything! You’re just some-- some-- some green bitch in a suit and a netherite armor! You don't-- you don't have anything on us anymore. And I've got Spirit. And you, you're our bitch, now."

Why did he ever suggest this.

"Tommy, you're speaking out of line."

"I can speak out of line! What does he have on us?"

"We've literally just-- He has the power to destroy our nation. You’re being selfish, Tommy."

"Yeah, but-- Tubbo! No no, Tubbo! Look at me! Look at me! He’s had my discs all this time. All of-- Right? Every single time he’s had a high ground. He doesn’t have anything on us, alright? As long as we speak to Skeppy before him, which we can do easily, alright, I’m very good friends with Skeppy. He's blue, you know, and he's-- I'm thinking about Skeppy, sorry. Everyone thinks I’m out of line. Everyone thinks I’m being naïve. But Dream, you don’t have anything on me anymore, because you don’t have the discs. Dream, I can burn Spirit. Alright? Why is no one else freaking out right now?!"

"We're speechless, man! You are literally being selfish!"

"How? Dream, you don’t have anything on me, and I have Spirit on you. And this is-- This is the only item on this server that means anything to you now. And it’s in my possession. I have it. So, Dream. I think now you’ve got-- You are in no position here to be in charge of us. Listen to me! It makes sense, right? He doesn’t have anything of ours! He doesn’t have the discs! Only Tubbo has the other discs, right? Right?!"

"That's true, that actually makes sense! Dream. What do you have on anyone anymore?"

"What do you have other than some obsidian? There’s more of us now! You don’t have anything!"

"That's right! There's nothing! We're not scared anymore!"

"Yeah! Yeah! I’m not insane! I’m not insane! I actually thought I was, my muscles are throbbing, hooooly shit. Holy shit!"

"So, what are you saying you want, Tommy? What are you saying you want?"

"Tell him, Tommy. Tell him what he has to do next."

"Dream. You gotta take down those walls."

There is a chance that Dream values Spirit's body more than he does respect and subordination.

He doubts this is likely. But there is a chance.

"Come with us! Come with us, please! We don't need the Holy Land for protection anymore!"

Tommy runs out of the house; everyone else trails after him, following him back to L'Manberg.

"I-- This is a really bad idea, Tommy. I'm just saying."