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Wemmbu paces around Egg’s prison-home-thing. A gust of cold End wind blows in from the open entrance, the deepslate-surrounded steps showing a small patch of star-speckled End sky.
“Bro, can’t you ask Minute to add a door on this?”
“Minute’s pretty busy guarding the End, and he doesn’t have the materials for the redstone,” Egg says, tapping the end of his quill - he reverted back to that some time after arriving to the End - against the worn pages of his book. He takes painstaking care of it, but after all their adventures together, anything’s bound to get old.
“Whatever. I was coming to ask you a question.” Egg makes a go-on motion with his free hand, still engrossed in his book. “I have a bunch of enemies, as you know. And I beat Flame up, and he’s probably going to look for revenge, and it’s not like I can’t beat him up again, but it’s getting annoying, y’know? I want to, um, explore the server. Or something like that.”
“Mmhmm,” Egg murmurs, twirling his quill absentmindedly.
“Did you even hear what I said.”
“Uh- Yes, bro. I’m just utilizing my earth-shattering intellect to create a solution.” Egg finally looks up from his notebook.
“Your earth-shattering intellect,” Wemmbu echoes disbelievingly.
“Bro, I’m Egg the All-Seeing.”
“You have a four-chunk render distance. You can’t see anything, bro.”
“Nah, I can see beyond mortal limits. Anyway, I found a solution to your problem.”
“Riiiiiight. Mortal limits. So what’s the solution?”
“It’s reaaaaaaally simple,” Egg says, stretching out the inner vowel just as long. “Just go invis, bro.”
“Huh.”
“See, this is what I mean when I say I see beyond mortal limits. I see visions you can’t even comprehend.”
“Bro, that makes no sense-”
“Wait. Wait. I’ll break it down for your mind. You’re going to go invis so no one can see your name tag, and then you can create a new identity. You can have a new life, right? Just don’t be too obvious and no one will know you’re Wemmbu.”
“Wait, that’s lowkey smart. I think you’re on to something.”
“Told you, I’m all-seeing. So, you’re gonna have to have gear ‘cause you don’t have to die. But netherite is really obvious and iron is too weak, so diamond?”
“Diamond, sure. Netherite trims? I gotta have aura, bro.”
“Netherite trims,” Egg repeats exasperatedly. “Netherite trims. Have you no common sense?”
“What.”
“Bro, no one has netherite except for the really rich people. Wemmbu died and a really rich guy pops up. People are gonna put two-and-two together.”
“Oh, wait. Yeah, that makes sense. I guess no trims, then. So we’re pretending that I died.”
“Yeah, why else would you mysteriously disappear?”
“That’s cool. I guess I can start a new life, or something.”