#if they knew he wasn't comfortable why not intend to keep him with tommy?

[gayofthefae]

Oh? If they wanted to have him be bisexual and not with Eddie, why wouldn't they plan to keep him with the established character who has a relationship to other characters and makes Buck act how they always envisioned him to be with a partner, as stated in this article?

[zeldaspellmaniswife]

Tommy Shelby, Keep a Baby?

The weight of the world, Tommy Shelby had always carried it on his shoulders, but nothing could prepare him for the weight of a ten-year-old's grief.

The boy, Finn, had been brought into the world stained with the blood of his parents. Tommy had killed them, a cold, calculated act of revenge for a betrayal that had cost him dearly. He couldn't bring himself to kill their baby, a helpless babe who knew nothing of the sins of his father. Grace, with her heart too big for her own good, had insisted on raising him, turning a cold, empty space in the Shelby home into a nursery.

For years, Tommy had treated Finn with a detached coldness, seeing the traitor in every look, every twitch of the boy's lips. He had built walls around his heart, refusing to allow any affection to seep through. Finn, in turn, had become a quiet, withdrawn child, haunted by the absence of the parents he barely remembered.

The night the truth unraveled was a night of howling wind and rain, the kind that mirrored the storm raging inside Finn. A letter, found tucked away in an old trunk, revealed the truth: his father hadn't betrayed Tommy willingly. He had been forced, held hostage, and forced to sign away his loyalty, a loyalty he had never intended to break. His father had died a martyr, protecting his son.

Finn sat huddled in his room, the letter clutched in his small hand, sobs wracking his body. The world he thought he knew, the world he had been taught to hate, crumbled around him. He couldn't understand why his father had been forced to choose between his honor and his life, and he couldn't forgive Tommy for the pain he had inflicted.

His screams echoed through the house, reaching Tommy's ears like a physical blow. He found Finn curled in a ball on the floor, his face stained with tears. Tommy, used to seeing the world in black and white, felt a wave of despair rise within him. He had unwittingly condemned an innocent child to a life of sorrow.

He knelt down, his voice rough with barely contained emotion, 'Finn, I… I didn't know. I didn't know the truth about your father. I was wrong, so wrong to blame you for something you had no control over.'

Finn looked up, his eyes red and swollen, 'But you killed them... you killed my parents.'

Tommy reached out, his hand trembling, a gesture of comfort he hadn't allowed himself before. 'I will never take back what I did. But I want you to know, I would never have hurt your parents if I had known the truth.'

He pulled Finn into a hug, the boy stiff at first, then relaxing into the embrace. 'I was scared, Finn. I was afraid of the pain, of the memories. I thought I was protecting myself, but in doing so, I hurt you. I'm sorry.'

The days that followed were a slow dance of healing. Tommy started sharing stories of his own past, of his family, of the sacrifices they had made. He showed Finn the love he had been denied, a love tinged with guilt and a desperate need to be worthy of the boy's forgiveness.

He took Finn to the graves of his parents, explaining the circumstances, the anguish their father had faced. He helped Finn to understand that his father's sacrifice was an act of love, a testament to the family he had built.

Slowly, hesitantly, Finn started to open up. He spoke of his nightmares, of the sadness that had always been with him. He began to ask questions, seeking answers, seeking understanding.

Tommy answered truthfully, honestly, baring his soul to the boy he had once considered an enemy. He told him about the burden of his past, the choices he had made, the things he wished he could undo.

He taught Finn to shoot, to ride horses, to navigate the rough world they lived in. He instilled in him the values of loyalty, family, and respect, the same values he had learned, but forged in a crucible of pain and hardship.

It wasn't an easy journey. There were still moments of anger, of resentment, of tears. But each day, the bond between them grew stronger, a connection forged not by blood, but by shared pain, shared understanding, and the undeniable truth of their shared love.

One night, as Finn lay asleep in his bed, Tommy sat by the window, watching the moon cast its silver light on the rolling hills. He had lost so much, but in the face of that loss, he had found something unexpected, something precious – a chance to right his wrongs, a chance to be the father he never had. He knew that the scars of the past would remain, but he also knew that with love, with compassion, and with time, they could heal. He was no longer the cold, calculating man he had once been. He had found the light in the darkness, and in it, he had discovered the true meaning of family.

[bedrockbones]

“i know who you are” but sbi (phil?? 👀) are being nice and tommy thinks they’re being controlled by Dream

Punisher prompts // still accepting

Technoblade had insisted to leave the boy be. That Tommy would come crawling back in due time. Phil tried. He did! But months went by and Tommy did not return.

Technoblade insisted they leave the boy but Phil knew him well. He wanted to drag Tommy back just as much, if not more. The only reason he hadn't was a sense of pride. Technoblade's stubbornness was a trait that no one could win against.

Except Tommy's own stubborn streak, of course.

Wilbur coming back and Tommy still not returning home was the final straw. He sought his son out, intending to let him know that his tantrum would not be tolerated any longer.

What he found was not a spiteful child, but a terrified one.

Tommy wouldn't let Phil close. He eyed his father like one would a stranger, or a threat. Even though he rambled on in a familiar manner, it did not comfort Phil. It was an obvious defense. People never understood Tommy. His boy loved to talk, yes, but he would also use it to hide. Saying everything except what was really needed to be said.

This was one of those times. Tommy talked about his spider, about his crops, about the hotel he had made that Jack had stolen. He did not talk about why he was not home, why he was avoiding his family, why the bags under his eyes were black and why his hands trembled.

But Phil was an old man and a patient one. He could tell brute force would only exacerbate the situation. This would require a gentle hand.

Thankfully, it was Phil that had sought Tommy out and not one of his brother's. They loved Tommy, yes, but they would not have the patience required for this.

He started small. All Phil did was show up. He stayed a few hours, letting his son ramble and injecting with commentary. Tommy barely reacted to Phil's presence, but the avian saw the minute flinches Tommy would stifle every time Phil spoke. It...wasn't encouraging. It made Phil want to throw the whole farce away and drag his boy home. But he was the adult. He needed to be responsible and reflect healthy behavior.

Phil brought gifts next. Just food at first, then other items. Jewels, blankets, bits from Technoblade's hoard. (If the piglin asked, Phil would claim he had added it to his stash. His other sons were still unaware of these visits.) Items to remind Tommy of his family. To show he is still loved.

Tommy only grew worse with each item. He accepted them, but it was obviously with great reluctance. A stiff hand and a quiet "Thank you." the only response Phil received.

Phil smiled and would excuse himself each time. Just a few minutes to curb his instincts that screamed to take his nestling home.

He couldn't, he reminded himself, Tommy was not in the right headspace. Whatever had happened to his boy had left him shaken. Pulling him home right now, when Phil had no clue of the details, could possibly worsen the trauma.

Well, Phil was here now. That's all that mattered.

Then how, he thought to himself, did I end up with this?

Tommy held the sword between them, keeping Phil at bay.

"You thought I wouldn't figure it out, didn't you?" He laughed. It wasn't a pleasant sound. Nothing like the screaming, joyful laughter Tommy was prone to. "You thought- I know what you're doing! You can't fool me!"

"Tommy." Phil raised his hands slowly, showing he was unarmed. Tommy still flinched back like he had been struck. "Hey, sunspot. Look at me? It's okay. Just put the sword down. Let's talk-"

"Stay back!" Phil had to jump backwards to avoid the slash of the blade. They stared at each other, both surprised. "I-I-"

Tommy shook his head. "No! No- I- you're trying to make me feel bad! I won't let you! Stop using his face!"

Using his face? What had happened to Phil's boy.

"Tommy, it's me. It's your father-!"

"Stop lying! I know the truth! You can't trick me!" Tommy slashed forward again, forcing Phil back. His eyes were wide and glazed with panic. He was obviously not thinking straight. "I know who you are, Dream!"

Phil froze.

"What?"

[saturnsstufff]

The Empress pt.VIII

Weddings!! although I thought this was a lot apparently I was just lying to myself. There's just a lot of information I guess.

Warnings: swearing, mentions sexual activity.

   When morning rolled around you were still in Techno's arms. Your head was to his chest well his his chin rested on top of yours, sheltering you protectively. Techno knew he couldn't stay in bed with you too long. He would have to get ready for the day and go to his office for a couple of meetings. But the way you held onto him made him want to stay. His thoughts lingered to last night. He almost wondered if the emotions from the night had heightened what he felt for you.

   He couldn't help but smile to himself remembering how breathless the two of you were after kissing for so long. He was happy, knowing you were his left a warm feeling within his heart. He always had assumed from early childhood that he would end up alone. None of the court ladies would willingly go to him. Since he was a hybrid, he was just lowly frowned upon. He was always set up with girls for power, or for looks. So him knowing you willingly went to him filled him with utter pride. He knew you weren't the type to find power. You had voiced many times that you just wanted someone to call your own. Start a family and ease down in life.

   His attention was drawn away from his thoughts as you slowly began to stir. Nuzzling your face into his chest more, longing to feel the warmth he offered. His arm pulled you closer. His frim hand rubbing your back gently. You were tired. After the long night you spent together you weren't ready to get up. Your mind fell to last night and you couldn't help but go pink and wonder if it was only a dream. Techno held you so close and was so loving in that moment. Nothing went beyond kissing, but for as long as you two were at it, you had a right to be tired. You still remembered how his hand held your cheek, then the feeling of his arm around your waist. All of it was just perfect.

   You felt his nose nuzzle into your hair. His lips lingering loosely by your ear. "Good morning..." Oh he had a morning voice. His was even deeper than you could have imagined. You slowly fluttered your eyes open. Your half lidded eyes met with his gentle and loving ones.

   "Good morning..." you said softly. You felt him press a ever so gentle kiss to your ear, making you smile slightly. He turned onto his back, wrapping his arm around you. Your draped your arm over him, moving your head onto his chest.

   The rather chilly morning now felt warm and welcoming. If someone had told you months ago, you would be sleeping with the young Emperor, you most definitely would have laughed at them. Yet here you were, laying within his arms like a prized possession.

   "I'll have to get up soon princess..." he said softly. Almost like he was telling himself rather than you. You rubbed your cheek on his chest to move some stray hair of yours away.

   "Do you have to?" You muttered. Wanting to savor this moment like it was your last. A wide smile graced Techno's lips.

   "Plan to keep me here if I do?" Now you smiled wide at his words. Securing your arms around him tightly.

   "Possibly..." his hand moved from your back, up to your ear. Moving some of your stray hairs away from your face to behind your ear. Framing your face like a portrait.

   He let out a light chuckle. His hand moving to rest on your back again, continuing to rub gentle circles. "Well if my Princess orders me to stay... I mean who am I, to deny her?"

   You were back to the forge that afternoon. Hammer in hand as you worked a new sword for Phil. He had came in a while ago with one of his old worn blades. Far too weak to even be remotely saved. So with his permission you asked if you could just scrap this one and rebuild him a new one. He did stress he didn't want to over work yourself, but you explained it wasn't any bother.

   Well you were working you didn't hear the steps that approached you. Far to lost within your own work to pay mind to everything around. "Mighty blade you have there" the voice was smooth as silk. Seraphina.

   You couldn't help but jump in place. Your heart lurching at her voice. She gently chuckled at your startle. "Y...you scared me" you said turning to her with a weak smile. The sweat on your brow proved your work. Your hands, although gloved, were worn with time. Whether Sarah would admit it or not she did have respect for you, she could easily see why Techno had fallen for you.

   "Sorry to hear, I didn't intend to" She said with a soft smile. Looking over what you had just crafted. "Technoblade was right, you make some pretty amazing things. Don't you?" She asked looking to you. You went a faint pink glancing your blade over.

   "I think I do alright" she laughed, resting a firm hand on your shoulder. Her strength almost near Techno's. Almost. You set your hammer and the blade down. Removing your gloves to wipe your forehead.

   "Your to modest. Everyone in the city knows you bested others. Your regarded pretty highly little one. I wouldn't doubt yourself" you nodded slowly. A soft smile on your lips.

   "Thank you General..." her smile never faltered. She wondered about the room and leaned herself on one of the sturdy work benches. With her in front of you, you now fully realized the extent of her height. She was Tall.

   "Technoblade said you would be his plus one to my wedding I hear." She said casually. You opened your mouth to protest incase she wasn't ok with it. "Don't get the wrong idea, I don't mind you being there. I actually came to see if you would like to be my Maid of Honor." She rubbed her neck a bit. "I don't have many friends... and there all men so.. I was curious if you were interested in the position” you offered a shy smile. You where honored of the idea, but you weren't sure if you should be at her day, seeing as you don't know her very well.

   “Are you sure? that's a pretty private thing... I wouldn't want to intrude on that...” She lightly laughed. Her laugh was light hearted and soft. Showing she meant no harm.

   “You wouldn't be intruding. I promise” you nodded slowly. After a bit of silence she spoke up again. “I see Technoblade is in a awfully good mood today” You went pink thinking over last night. 

   “O-oh?” She laughed again at you, not meaning it rudely.

  “Mhn. During the war room meeting he was very light hearted” You tiled your head a bit. You knew techno had mentioned a meeting but not something as important as a war room meeting.

  “There was a meeting? W-what about” you asked carefully. your brow slightly furrowed.

   “Oh nothing important, it was just a casual meeting, we were mostly inquiring about the expansion in the north. Nothing to be worried about” you nodded slowly to her words. Trusting her on this since she had the military back ground. "You see the Empire is ever expanding, taking what land we can. There are a lot of villages out there in need of supplies. If we can reach them, we can help them." She was smiling. You nodded now understanding that the meeting was in good nature.

   After about a month the wedding had finally come. Techno and you were still going strong with a loving relationship as well. After your night with him, it had just became a default thing to just retire to bed with him. Finding comfort with sleeping next to him or sleeping with your head on him.

   It was the night before the wedding, Techno and you were lazily walking the halls together. Having just wanted to be within each others company again. Due to Techno being Emperor he still had his duties to the kingdom. Where he did cherish you, and put your well-being first. He still had to tend to his job.

   With casual steps the two of you wondered into the ballroom. The room was prepared for the upcoming reception. The normal graceful room was now decorated to the highest standard. The accents of gold and reds keeping everything classy. In the corner the instruments lay waiting for the day they are used.

   You were all smiles, the night had went perfect so far. You did mention not knowing how to waltz at dinner. Which made Wilbur laugh at you until tommy took his dinner roll. Techno and Phil didn't mind however, they said one of them could teach you if would have liked. Of course when Techno showed interest, Phil backed off.

   To which that led to tonight. The two of you smiling within each others arms. Techno had walked you to the middle of the room for a wide space. "What if I step on your foot?" You asked giggling gently.

   He chuckled amused. "Then you step on my foot, its not a problem" he was light hearted. Wanting to make the learning experience fun and gentle. His hands moved to his hair, skill fully pulling it up into a full bun. Wanting his hair out of the way completely.

   His hand came and rested on your upper back, pulling you close to his body. He didn't hesitate to move your hand to his shoulder and take your free hand within his. "The movement is simple... We'll start slow and then pick up the pace, ok?" His soft smile put you at ease. "You don't have to get it completely. But I think you will catch on quickly"

   You nodded to his words. He had faith in your learning ability. Knowing you were capable of more than you thought. He made his first step to the left. "Ease up and flow like your water" you couldn't help but look down to your feet. Wanting to make sure you didn't step on his foot. "Step forward" he said as he stepped back within sync. "Now step right... and then step back." You nodded slowly. Your eyes minding his shoes. "Princess... I would like to see your beautiful eyes..." he discarded your hand to lift your head. "Your too beautiful to gaze at the floor" with a small smile he kissed your forehead. "The dance revolves around a box step... lets try going in a fluid motion now..." He was talking slowly so you understood. Not trying to talk down and make you feel uneducated.

   The casual steps continued. Slowly picking the pace up until you two were gracefully sweeping along the floor. He kept your eyes locked within his. Once you had done the steps for a while he did become more daring. Choosing to lock you within his arms before spinning you. He had even dunked you to capture your lips into a loving kiss. Emperor or not, he was a true romantic by heart.

   Once you were slightly panting from the dancing he choose to take a spot on the piano bench with you. You leaned into his side, his arm coming to wrap around you. Rubbing your arm. You adored spending time with Techno, he always gave you a comforting feeling. When you first met him he was definitely aloof and standoff-ish but now he holds you as close as he can manage.

   The two of you sat in silence together, collecting your breath. The moonlight shown down on you both, Illuminating you two as if you were the stars of the show. You gazed down at the piano keys wanting nothing more than to pluck a few keys in curiosity.

   Techno must have saw you glance the keys over. "Do you know how to play?..." you shook your head gently. Plucking some of the low notes to see what tone they had.

   "I've never even been around one..." your fingers danced lightly. Having herd the harder you tap the louder it is. You looked up to Techno curiously. "Can you play?" You knew it was probably rhetorical, but you asked regardless.

   "Of course, my mother taught me. I haven't played anything special in ages, but I still know Moonlight Sonata, or Clair de Lune." He said casually looking over the keys.

   You rubbed your cheek on him a bit. Getting comfortable within your spot. "Could you play for me?..." he smiled lovingly before pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. His lips lingering gently as he mumbled a 'Of course'.

   His hands ever so gracefully took there spots over the keys. Even without his glasses he knew where the keys were. He started a song you weren't quite familiar with, but it was ever so gentle. Everything techno did was done with elegance. Even playing the piano had you completely smitten with him. He was graceful yet he lurked with almost a unknown danger. You knew that he cared about you just as you cared for him. There wasn't a day that went by that he wouldn't ask if you were ok. He would even check to assure you were wearing your earrings, fearful that you would be taken from him too soon.

   Unlike boys within the city, Techno did keep his lingering kisses and more specific names for you behind the closed doors. Choosing to not show his gentle side to those outside his close circle. The truth was you were his weak spot. Yes Wilbur and Tommy were his brothers, but he knew Phil would lay his life to protect them. Techno knew he would lay his life to protect you.

   With the gentle tone of the music you were slowly being lulled into a ever so soft sleep. When your head rolled for a final time you were out.

   When you woke, you were back in techno's bed. Your hand lingered to his side, trying to feel for where your lover was. His side was empty but lingered warmth. With no trace of him you turned towards the bathroom door to see maybe if he had made a quick run. Instead he was looking at his mirror. Pulling his shirt up his arms. His back was on full display. Showing every lingering scar and muscle beneath his skin. When he moved his arms back, the muscles relaxed and tensed, Showing them pull against the white shirt. He must have caught your lingering gaze, because he spoke softly.

   "Good morning my dear..." your eyes flickered up to him as he turned to face you. He lazily walked over and sat on your side of the bed. With a careful hand he moved some of your hair away from your face. His fingers traced lightly down your cheek. "You fell asleep early last night... I figured you would have been more comfortable here..." you nodded slowly. Still trying to fight off the remints of sleep. "Your dress should be in your room..." the dress? You then remembered today was General Hawthorne's wedding. Per her request you were her maid of honor.

   Although you and Techno slept together, he still respected your privacy on dressing. Not only that, but what you didn't know, was that he purposefully never took anything too far for fear of rumors spreading about you. Seeing as the court would run with any sly rumor they could get there fingers on. The last thing he wanted, was to hear your name with 'Whore' or 'Prostitute' near it. If Techno choose to marry you in the future, he knew he would have to do his best to keep your name clean. Of course if you were Empress it wouldn't matter what they would say, either way your word would be law. But still, he wanted to make sure his Princesses name stayed out of other men's mouths'.

   "You should dress and go to Breakfast... I don't know when we will be eating next" you reached out and took his hand. Pulling it close to your chest. You wished nothing more than to cuddle down with him and lay the morning away in peace. He was warm, and you knew as soon as the covers were removed you would be cold again.

   Even with his hand to your chest he leaned down and smiled gently before giving you a sweet, gentle kiss. Since you were still a bit sleepy, the kiss was loose on your behalf. Techno didn't mind though. To him the thought behind it meant more. When he parted you slowly sat up, knowing it was time to start your day. You discarded his hand to rub at your face, trying to make yourself fully coherent. When you finished he gently took your hand into his.

   His sweet side was pushed away a moment for his concern to come through. "(y/n)... About tonight... Your going to meet some people from the court... You might think I'm overreacting.... But please, trust me on this... Make sure Phil, Wil, Sarah, or I is around when you speak to them..." your brows furrowed slightly as he rubbed your hand.

   "Why?..." you asked confused by this. You haven't herd much about the court besides them trying to set Sarah and Technoblade up together.

   Techno gave out a bit of a sigh. "They.. they have a way of backing people up into corners to make them say what they want. The last thing I want is them backing you into a corner. You may say one thing, and they will twist your words into something more. They live for scandals and power." With his hand moving to rest on your cheek, you leaned into it. Resting your hand on his so you could press a kiss to his palm.

   "I can handle myself love..." you said softly. Trying to put him at ease.

   "My love, you say that. But because you're so close to me... Because you sleep with me nightly... You will be there prime target..."

   With the vows having been exchanged at the church, the reception was held within the ballroom. Per Techno's request you stayed close to him. Next to the lovely brides, and the Royal family, you stuck out quite a lot.

   The buzz of the room danced between the talk of the general finally being married, and Technoblade having a pretty little thing on his arm. When Techno off hand mentioned you being a target, you didn't realize that this is what he meant. The lingering eye's, the longing stares, the pointing. It made you uncomfortable. Even with Techno holding your arm you felt small and confined.

   At the beginning you assumed the whole day would be about the brides. As it was their day. But even two hours into the reception, the glances and whispering continued. Soon it just became too much, you had to excuse yourself. Techno noticed your uncomfort, but sadly he couldn't leave. With a pleading look to Phil, he came over without hesitation.

   "What's the matter?" He asked, his brows furrowing slightly. He glanced from Techno to you. You went to say nothing, but Techno quickly intervened.

   "Could you take her for a walk for me?... She's highly uncomfortable and you know who, won't take their eyes off her" he said lowering his voice as to not perk the attention of lingering guests. Phil's eyes narrowed as he glanced around. His eyes meeting someone, but you couldn't see whom.

   "Oh great I didn't know that bastard was here" Phil seethed. Whoever they were talking about, they obviously had a high distaste for. "C'mon kiddo I'll take you out to the balcony" Phil said, offering his arm with a gentle smile to you. You nodded and changed off men. Fallowing Philza to wherever he would lead. Subconsciously you did keep close to his side. His wing hovering about you, offering almost a shield to wondering eyes.

   Once outside on the balcony Phil had sat by you on one of the stone benches. Giving you some space incase you were not in the mood for general contact. "Too much at once?" He asked softly. You nodded slowly.

   "Techno mentioned I would be a topic... But I thought they would focus more on the brides.." Phil took a chance and rubbed your back reassuringly like your father would have.

   "Sadly with you being Techno's plus one... You are a big topic" you looked up to Phil with a bit of confusion on why.

   "Why?... isn't he allowed a date?" Phil nodded and ran a hand over his hair and down to rub at his neck.

   "Oh he is. But tha' thing is Techno hasn't ever taken interest in anyone really. For every girl he was set up with he would just ignore them until they begged their fathers to reconsider. This is the first time the public, and the Court has seen Techno interact willingly with a woman." You were a bit surprised. Techno always struck you as having past relationships and having a bit of experience under his belt. But it appears you are his up to date experience. Phil slowly started again. "The Court is eager to see how your relationship with Techno evolves. And sadly my dear, your now in the spotlight by quite a bit. If you don't work out for Techno, they will be looking to set you up with someone else. They way they view it, is if you could woo the stoic Emperor, your either sexually involved with him or are just genuinely interesting." He paused to look down at you. "Techno, Wil and I know that your just a genuinely, interesting gal' with a kind heart. But the public doesn't" you pondered on Phil's words carefully.

   "So as long as I'm with Techno I’ll be watched?..." you asked slowly. Wanting to make sure you herd his words correct.

   Phil nodded. "Watched, judged, you will become a popular topic. They will critique you until you marry him or until you fall apart." The idea of being bad-mouthed by others left you a bit saddened. "If you become Empress, they will be forced to shut their mouths'. Disloyalty to the royal family within the court is punishable by death. However, say you part off in the end better as friends, they will double their insults, or maybe lessen them as they try to set you up with others." You took a longing breath. If this is what Techno faces on the daily, you could see why he was always drained. "Luckily in your position, you have control over your fate. They cannot talk and bribe your family into marriage like the court normally does." You looked up to Phil.

   "Why is it like this?... Its wrong..." Phil gave a rough sigh. Rubbing his neck.

   "I.. I genuinely don't know (y/n)... Neither does Technoblade... Even when I was king it was like this..." the silence lingered for a bit before Phil added on a bit. "The Empire is forever growing, but its also severely flawed" you spotted Techno within the room, talking to Sarah. She laughed joyfully, as she should on the beautiful day. "Techno and I have been working with General Hawthorne to try and straighten out this mess for years. Sadly we haven't found anything yet..."

With a spurt of unknown confidence your tone changed. No longer saddened and hesitant.

"I know Technoblade will fix it. Or, he will be the one to destroy it all."

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