Thinking abt… the scars that techno left on tubbo are enormous, crisscrossing and bare and deep more then anything else. But the scars upon techno from the anvil almost equally so, a molten river of gold lain from the heavy crown upon his head, a cracking pot held together by spite and love.

They look each in the eyes, hidden. Hidden behind their thick purple helmets, and they see a mirror. They see a friend connected by eyes of red and green. They both know that they live for those they love. They both know they would tear each other apart should a single wrongdoing done. Ranboo is dead. Techno’s friend, Tubbo’s lover, is dead…They had killed each other. Had executed one another and looked into the scared eyes of a trapped man, and watched them explode into a thousand agonized shards. They are not good people, they’re not even nice people. And yet the server seems to have forgotten this.

That would have to be rectified