And that was the kicker. How do you try to convince someone that you are indeed real when you have trouble believing it yourself. Because that was getting harder and harder lately for her. And she really wasn't sure if playing blood brothers in a bathroom with her sister would help the matter. That was before she took little field trips in her sleep, before she could see the fabric of the world tearing at the seams.
Dawn frowned slightly, but she knew she couldn't dwell on it. There were more important things to do. Like figuring out if there was a way to get Spike out of here. She knew he had done awful things in the past, but that wasn't who he really was. He was a good person. She knew that. She slowly reached a hand out to touch his shoulder. "I am real, see.." she flattened her hand against her skin, as though it not simply going through him was proof. "Real," she repeated.
"And you don't belong her, not anymore. You've done too much good to be trapped here," she said, watching him, praying that he might believe it himself. Dawn blinked hard a few times, trying to keep the desperate tears that threatned to fall from doing so. She couldn't break down, not now. "There's got to be a way out, we'll find it."