My Dear Achilles

Ever since the destruction of L'manburg, the last he'd seen of Tommy and Ghostbur, the death of Tubbo whom he knew wouldn't stay dead; he thought that was it. Even as he sailed with his father across the icy waters, picked and chiseled away at the inside of a mountain to make his home- even as the sparks danced across the stone wall as he brought the hammer down on the third blade today, he thought it was over.
His brothers chose government and betrayal, and so he chose solitude in the arctic with only an angel and a farm for company.
And yet, when his net came up with more than just the fish he'd anticipated, there was something inside him that sparked to life; the adventure he thought he'd left back in the ruins of that godforsaken nation came back to bite.
Or maybe, it never really left.