C!Tubbo’s quote would be
“Everything I’ve ever let go of has claw marks”
Because he tried!! He tried so hard to be enough for l’manberg and then pogtopia and then was forced into presidency, and he was forced to let go of all of it
Even in snowchester, he slowly lost his partner and his kid, and then ended up losing the entire server he spent so long trying to save
And he fought, he fought tooth and nail just for the slightest amount of attention from the people he loved
phil said on stream that techno’s original plan was to have c!phil betray c!techno, and it’s all i can think of.
His breath fogged up into the open air of the tundra, axe dripping with blood… too many people to keep track of.. Tubbo, Quackity, Fundy…. Tommy’s… one thing about living things, they all bleed.
As soon as he stepped into the warmth of his cabin, he tensed. He knew someone else was in the room with him.
“You can’t… you can’t keep doing this, Tech.”
Technoblade scoffed, using his cape to clean the blood off his axe, grumbling slightly as a piece of it chipped off, crumbling into nothing as he set it down.
“You know why I have to do this, Phil.” Techno answers, finally lifting his head to make eye contact, and he has to suppress the full body shiver that takes over him.
Because Phil has never look at him like that, he’s dragged the blonde across Hypixal, even taking over the entirety of the world in another long forgotten server, but never had Phil looked at him like he is now.
Like he’s finally seeing the thing everyone has warned him about, there’s guilt and shame swirling within the blue, but most notably is the sternness in the look. It throws the hybrid off.
Techno has seen that look on Phil’s face before, but usually it was before Phil plunged his sword through the chests of his enemies.
Techno grabs his axe, barely able to slice through the arrow that was released by the crossbow hidden in Phil’s robes.
Techno looks at Phil.
Someone he once viewed as his best friend, the only thing in this miserable life worth something.
Once, Techno said the words “for you, Phil? The world.”
And he meant it. He put his full trust into the other, and now he’s paying for it with a sword in his back and his friends teary eyes in his face.
“I’m sorry.” Phil says as he holds his friends face in his hands. “She’ll take care of you. She’s actually kind of excited to see you.” The blonde man is just blabbering now, trying anything to make the guilt crawling up his spine disappear.
He gets a grunt in return, it’s enough to make him laugh as he gently runs his fingers through long pink hair.
Giggles turn into sobs again when he realizes that his chest had stopped moving, and that his best friend had stopped responding a while ago.