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He starts by putting a water bottle in the brewing stand. There's no time to waste. Then the nether wart, I need to go faster. After that the blaze powder, almost done. Flame puts the last ingredient in, and the gunpowder slowly changed the bottle's shape.
It's finished. He just need put them in the shulker and they should be ready. The law hasn't found them yet, but that doesn't mean they can play around doing nothing.
The potions was placed in Flame's inventory, and some in the shulker box in his Enderchest. He was done gearing up, now he just have to go with Wemmbu-
"Wemmbu?"
But he's not there. Flame sighed, this guy bro. They're in a rush, yet here he is delaying their departure. Flame started to look around his house, where the hell is he? When Flame couldn't find the other anywhere, he went out of the house.
"Wemm?" He called out. There was still no answer, but he was there. Standing at the edge of the hill, facing the horizon. Wemmbu was there. What the hell is this guy doing bro?
Flame walked up beside him, and his eyes followed Wemmbu's gaze. The sky, huh? The sky was beautiful—that was his first thought—brushed in gold and crimson as the sun set slowly at its center.
For a moment, everything fell into silence. Both didn't have the guts to talk, afraid that the momentarily peace is going to fall apart. Flame still had his eyes fixed on the sky, before Wemmbu finally said something.
"Dude, what are you doing?" He asked, looking slightly confused as to why Flame stood beside him.
"What am I doing—bro, what are you doing? We're gonna go soon bro." Flame answered, a hint of frustation in his voice. "But like—instead you just like, watch the sky or something bro I don't know."
Wemmbu stared at him for a moment. For some reason, Flame felt that the world stopped moving. Looking at his rival, he noted the way his rival's eyes appeared dull. Not a single apparent emotion behind those look, and he can't help but feel concerned.
"We're going now?" He tilted his head. "Are we really that much in a hurry?"
. . .
"I mean... We can stay here for a little while if you want to, bro."
Wemmbu's eyes widened slightly, he stood awkwardly, unsure of what to say or do. He shifted his balance to the other foot, feeling a bit embarrassed to say the least. "Thanks... I guess"
Flame just scoffed and crossed his arms, "Why are you even looking at the sky bro? It's so useless." He voiced his opinion, "like sure it's beautiful—but then what?"
The end of Wemmbu's lips curled up into a smile, "can't a guy just enjoy something because it's beautiful?"
"You can, but—" he paused, hesitant to speak. "It feels like you're searching for something."
Wemmbu didn't answer at his rough guess. Fuck. He know he should've stayed quiet. It's awkward now—
"I always thought that the sky resembled heaven." ...huh. Flame's eyes perked up, he didn't expect that answer at all. Heaven, he said.
"It's beautiful. It's alluring." Wemmbu continued, "I can't look away from it."
. . .
"Most of all, it looks peaceful."
"It looks like a place I could rest in, and I yearn to rest in."
He turned towards Flame—who was listening to him intently, and watching him intently. Trying to piece together what he was feeling. Wemmbu smiled at him, and Flame can't help but realized the underlaying sadness beneath it.
"Anyway! I think that's enough chat we're doing, let's just go right now." He suddenly proclaimed, already going back into the house to grab his stuff.
Flame was baffled by the change of topic, but that's fine too. If his rival didn't want to talk about it anymore, then so be it.
He can just ask another time.