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Egg is Wemmbu's only weakness.
Wemmbu is a highly skilled and powerful player. Most wouldn't think a player so strong wouldn't have their weakness be a person—who's not only a Pacifist, but also considered weak.
Egg is always held hostage. I mean, of course he is. He's friends with the most powerful person on the server.
But Egg knows Wemmbu will always come back for him. Why wouldn't he? Egg is one of the only people he trusts and cares deeply for the most.
But what if he couldn't save him? This thought terrifies Wemmbu. It makes him sick. He wouldn't be able to comprehend what would happen if he couldn't be by Egg's side. Or worse, if Egg dies and he wasn't capable of saving him. Wemmbu would rather lose all his precious maces instead. I mean, he did consider it once.
He wants to be stronger. Not because he wants more power; he wants to protect and keep Egg safe at all times.
He doesn't want to live without Egg. He doesn't want to admit it, but he's scared. He's scared of losing the one he cares about the most. He feels almost nothing without the angel. He can't let what happened before happen again. He can't let anyone take Egg away—like what Arachnid or Flame did.
Wemmbu lets himself be thrown, dragged around and used as a weapon just so he can save Egg. He risks his life and safety just for him. He hates it.
He's betrayed his friends' trust, he's been involved in wars, and he's used his power and strength to regain Egg. Wemmbu knows it's not good, but it's just the nature of the server! Surely he's not selfish; he's selfless. It's just tough luck to live in this anarchy server.
Maybe Mane's right. He's a lost cause.
He wonders. Does Egg still care? Surely, right? I've saved him countless of times. Surely he'll still be here with me even if I have nothing left. Surely he will, righ—
"Wemmbu? You good, bro?" Egg tapped his shoulder, interrupting his train of thought.
"Oh." Wemmbu's voice flattened.
"You've been staring at the water for like—a while now, I think. I've caught 10 fish already."
Right, we were fishing.
"My bad, dude." Wemmbu cast the rod that he was holding. Fishing was boring to Wemmbu. He didn't understand how Egg liked it so much.
Egg said nothing for a while, sitting in a comfortable silence with his best friend. Wemmbu observed the water, looking for fish that would fall for the bait on the hook of his rod.
"Wanna know something cool?" Egg asked as he caught his 11th fish in a row.
Wemmbu stared at him in response, waiting for what stupid but fun fact Egg could give him.
"Did you know that if you feed a Parrot cookies, it dies?"
Wemmbu laughed. "Dude, everybody knows that!" Wemmbu was brighter than he was earlier. He truly missed hearing Egg's voice.
"What!? I thought that was niche, bro. I saw it in a newspaper I read." Egg giggled.
Wemmbu felt a lot happier and lighter just by talking to Egg. It's been a while since they had a conversation with just the two of them, alone, ever since Egg was held hostage. Wemmbu doesn't want to think about that. All he cares about now is that Egg is back with him.
The duo continued fishing and making conversation, like nothing ever happened. Wemmbu preferred it that way. He could finally relax without worrying about such things.