Blackbird Singing in the Dead of Night

"Wil-Wilbur?" He stutters a bit, shuddering before reaching a tentative hand out to his son.

Concentrating, he let the blonde feel his cool dead flesh, looking at how his father has aged in the time past. A deep echoed tone rings through his sonorous voice, an eerie marker that he returned from beyond the grave for unknown reasons. "Hello Dad!"

Phil coos, reaching his scarred palm up to caress his son's strong jawbone. "My son, what happened to you?"

"My own hubris."

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Wilbur is watching flying lessons between Philza and his youngest chick, Tommy, when the sunshine blonde gets a little too ambitious and the phantom rushes to his side fearing the worst.