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"MY L'MANBURG, PHIL! MY UNFINISHED SYMPHONY FOREVER UNFINISHED!! IF I CAN'T HAVE THIS NO ONE CAN, PHIL!"
"Oh my gods..." Phil mutters in shock and disbelief as he looks between the destruction of his son's nation and Wilbur. His wing burned from the explosion, but he barely paid any attention to the injured limb as he was too busy staring at his son's manic smile as he takes in the sight of the destruction he just caused.
But then Wilbur quickly turned towards him.
"Phil, kill me. Phil, kill me!" He repeats as he pulls out a sword from his inventory and forces it into Phil's hand. The blonde takes it in confusion as he tries to process what Wilbur is saying.
Wilbur continues to press. "Murder me now, Phil, kill me!"
Phil's mouth opens and closes repeatedly as he tries to form words. "I- n-no, Wil, I'm not doing that- You're my SON!
"Phil, KILL me!"
"No! No matter what, I-I'm not gonna-"
A loud thud causes Phil to flinch as Wilbur had slammed his fist against the crumbling wall behind him.
"Phil! Look, look!" He gestures to the wasteland in front of them. "Look at how much work has gone into this and now it's gone! They all want you to!" He points to the crowd of everyone watching in a mix of shock, anger, sadness, and much more.
Phil looks out at it all with a miserable, conflicted expression. The sword felt heavy in his hand and his wing burned and it was all just too much!
"Do it." Wilbur demands once more, staring at his father.
With a devastated expression on his face, Phil reaches out to Wilbur as if to hug him, and as soon as they embrace, he stabs the sword right through Wilbur's chest. His face feels wet as tears fall down his face as blood drips off the sword from the other side of Wilbur's torso. Phil sinks the both of them down to the ground as he feels his son's body go limp and his breathing ceases.
There was shouting and crying coming from outside, but Phil barely registered any of it.
All he could hear was the quiet sobs thatt broke out of his mouth.