garder les sourires (cacher les peines)

Technoblade hates the way that his throat closes up as he stares at a man he once considered his brother. He meets the Sith’s golden gaze evenly, gripping a cool metal hilt between trembling fingers. Familiarity trails between them in midair: the Force, tying flimsy red strings between two of its favorite children.

“Wilbur Soot died three years ago,” Techno says evenly. He raises his weapon. “During the Purge. Whoever you are—whatever you are—you’re not him.”

Alternatively: Technoblade finds that his best friend—whom he once thought dead—has simply been lost to the Dark Side. After years spent in grief, dragging Wilbur back kicking and screaming should be easy, right?Or, in which a family tentatively reunites, brothers stand opposed, and nothing is okay.