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The day a nation fell asleep, Fundy dreams of a raven bleeding stars out of its feet, held in the tusks and mouth of a white maned boar. “Stop-” Fundy falls to his knees. “-stop, you’ll hurt him- stop-”

Yours. Tommy’s hands curl gently around his discs. “Yeah. Mine.”

Techno waits. And he waits. And he waits. And he realizes, as Wilbur’s silence stretches on, there is no extraction plan. There is not even an empty promise. There is only him, his designated victim, and the thousands of people silently waiting for a public execution.

Wilbur does not talk about drugs. He does not talk about district Lore. He does not talk about L’manburg. He does not talk about the death of kings and he does not talk about revolution. And Technoblade does not ask.

And yeah, maybe Tommy is acting like Wilbur right now. Maybe he is being horrible, and awful, and all the shitty things people have decided Wilbur is now that he’s no longer around to answer for it.

Fundy looks down at his grandfather and those kind, cloudy eyes. He imagines those kind eyes catching on Technoblade- a man with enough wrath to tear out a flightless Angel’s wings. And he can’t stop thinking about it.

In Lagos' defense, he wasn’t actually going to burn the discs. He just wanted to see what Tommy would do about it.

Wilbur’s talons curl painfully into his palms. “You were reading my letters.” Tommy tilts his head. “Yeah?” Wilbur takes a deep breath. Then another. And then he stands. Tommy’s carefree smile crumbles. “I’m- I’m sorry, Mr. Soot,” he stutters, “I won’t do it again-”

“Whoever knocks me down doesn’t have to take 20 laps around the base. Spoilers- no one knocked him down.

For the Blood of the Covenant was soul-singer, born out of the reverence of the lost and long forgotten.

He sees golden blood spilling from golden eyes, snowstruck russet hair unfurling and curling like ocean waves, like a lion’s mane, caging the golden fire of a conquered sun.

“I love you,” an Angel prays, a voice falling back to earth as he clasps their bared lifemarks together. “I love you, I love you, I love you.” “And I loved you,” a Covenant answers as he presses their foreheads together. “And I love you still.”

“Since when was this a Philza Minecraft thing?” …Since when? Since when what, exactly? Since when could he have been dangerous and angry? Since when could Old Saint Phil have done something other than break? “SINCE I WAS FORCED TO KILL MY SON, YOU IDIOT!”

I’m not going to be their president, Wilbur had quietly whispered as his hands rooted in the soil. Not again. I don’t care what happens after that. I just want it to be over. “Wilbur will be okay, Theseus,” Techno decides. Just maybe not the way you think he’ll be.

Diamond tools would have been enough. Iron, even. But in the case of the armor, Technoblade wants something more secure. …Wilbur’s on his last life. And though that life is his own, Techno would really, really prefer that he not lose it. Not to war. (Not again.)

Tommy barely has time to shield himself with his arms. By the time the explosion smoke clears, Hunter is standing in the empty crater that used to be Tommy’s basement. And his shoulders are shaking with rage.

“Then we did everything we could,” Philza softly answers, “and I’d still follow you to the ends of the earth. Through fire and flames.” “Why?” “Because you’re my friend.” Philza’s smile loosens as his eyes cloud with exhaustion.

Tommy is going to duel a pantheon prophet. In all likelihood, Tommy is going to lose. And then he’ll die for a second time.

“Wilbur really just told you everything huh?” “That’s the superpower of being his childhood teacher,” Techno jokes. “He’s already trained to be a teacher’s pet.” “He just poured his heart out to you like it was nothing!” Tommy stresses. Ah. “That’s not your fault, Tommy.”

“And then what?” Techno bitterly asks, frowning as he steels his breath. “When you’ve had your vengeance, and I’m left with the power you’ve shoved down my blood, what becomes of me?”