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Puffy was quick to usher Phil out of the half wretched room, down a grass path behind the country’s former walls. They both ignored the screaming of the country.
It was difficult.
As Phil held Wilbur delicately in his arms. it felt like a dream, everything had happened too quickly. It all felt so soft and slow, yet it was all too fast and bad.
Phil wanted to wake up.
He didn’t know why they were still fighting. He was tired of hearing the screaming at this point, none of it mattered anymore with the state Wilbur was in.
Kill me, Phil, Kill me or I’ll fucking do it myself.
The words wrung in Phil’s head, he let out a choked sob to which Puffy’s eyes softened at.
The ram was kind with her words, encouraging Phil and leading him to a deck with two small wooden boats waiting for usage. Puffy entered the first one quickly, waiting patiently as Phil took off his cloak and layed Wilbur on it in the back of the boat before lowering himself into the front.
Puffy smiled at him encouragingly,
”So, would you like to go to your house? It’s perfectly fine if not, I have some extra room.” Puffy spoke delicately.
”I- is it fine if we head to yours? My-... camps quite far.” Guilt flooded Phil’s head as he glanced at Wilbur again.
”It absolutely is! Can you follow me or would you like coordinates?”
“I’ll follow you but..- Coordinates, too, please. Just in case.” Phil felt shame curl in his stomach, asking for help from almost a complete stranger because he was such a deadbeat of a father that his own son almost killed himself? This is your fucking fault, dumbass.
Puffy slowly pulled out her communicator, sending coordinates in direct messages to the angel.
Phil read them out and nodded to her once again, his face going blank in a attempt to seem more grounded. He turned his head for a minute to look back at Wilbur,
It was almost like before, watching his son so peacefully sleep, his mouth slightly open as he slept silently. His chest rised up and down, providing a sense of comfort to Phil as stupid as it is, just to know his Son was still alive.
It’s not like that mattered to you at all until now. You never replied to his letters, he could’ve been dead and now you only care because your playing hero-
Shut up. Shut up. Shut up-
Puffy looked at him sympathetically, “You ready, Phil?”
“Y..Yeah. Let’s go.”