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Techno doesn't know how it happened. He was just brewing potions, but here he was, standing frozen in his house, staring at a turtle shell helmet. The green doesn't shimmer with a purple overlay, not like the one he spent so much time on, last seen in the midst of explosions, but it's similar enough that it gives him pause. The piglin is hit with memories of Tommy, not just training and giving him gear, but the sillier moments as well. Tommy laughing at him as he put on the turtle shell, made for a human head, not a pig's. Techno looks out the window at where Tommy's tower had been. Phil took it down the day before, referring to it as "Traitor Tower," and Techno would never admit the small stab of pain that caused in his chest. He sniffs, blinking and wondering when he started crying.
A weight settling around his waist stops him from falling back into the memories, startling him. Someone is hugging him. No one hugs him, he’s The Blade. The last person who hugged him… He looks down, seeing a bi-colored blur through the tears, and for a second, black and white hair is blonde, the suit is a red and white shirt, and he has to take a breath and steady himself. Ranboo isn't Tommy, but maybe that's for the best. Maybe he's a second chance.