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He was broken.
He didn’t know what happened between his brother and his dad, but he knew his dad had saw him. He knew by how Philza looked for a bit too long before turning back to Wilbur, the sword in his hand.
He just saw his father kill his brother right under his eyes, he heard himself scream. He wanted to believe that at least, at least he could always count on his father, on Dadza, on Phil. And now Phil was holding against him the corpse of Wilbur before it disappeared.
He just wanted it to end. He wanted to cry, to tell Techno to stop, Wil to come back and explain himself, Phil to hold him and smile at him like when he’s proud of him.
But Technoblade was now telling him to die a Hero.
Wilbur was gone.
And Philza was fighting.
He wanted it to end, to scream, to have the happy end he almost had, to see his best friend finally being what he deserved to be. But he couldn’t. He could just fight the best he could the creatures his big brother created, wondering where the other was after his death, his dad wearing the armor of his son.
When he could ask him what happened, he didn’t even had the strength to scream.
He just collapsed when Phil told him that Wilbur asked him to kill him.
He missed his family.