Not this world, just your Word

O7 Technoblade. May he always be remembered.

Death meant something very particular to Philza. It was spreading your wings, taking off on another journey further beyond the earthly life mortals led in this world. He sympathized with the sorrow and grief of those whose loved ones had gone on to that journey without them, who'd been left behind. After all, he'd lost Wilbur. He knew what that pain was like. At least Techno was always around to help him through it.

Until his friend died too.
So unexpectedly, it broke Phil's heart. Why? Why now? What had happened? The questions scratched at his mind, hungry for answers beyond the pathetic attempts he gave them himself.

And Technoblade...well. He was awake.

And hope remains.
For the story never dies.