though far away (we're still the same)

“You hate me,” Tommy reminds him, because he really doesn’t want Technoblade to try and ‘fix’ his unfixable, nonexistent ‘illness’. “Tried to kill me and everything.” “Yeah, well, like I said. No dyin’ on my property.” “You want me to go die somewhere else?” Technoblade stops in his tracks. He stares ahead for a long moment, then takes a deep breath and says, “End, kid.” He doesn’t respond to any more of Tommy’s questions.

OR

Tubbo never meant for exile to be an execution. To Tommy, though, it might as well be.

In which Tommy is the personification of L’Manberg, and Nations can die when their People reject them. Tommy is ready to accept his fate. Technoblade...is not.