You and Wilbur had a relationship for years, you were with him since L'manburg was created and you believed that you were not going to leave his side in your entire life, until he made the incredible decision to go and ruin everything: exploit his nation, die so as not to suffer the consequences of his actions.

You, obviously in shock, were never able to process it in the best way, and you experienced a very great grief, even after 10 years you continued to feel something in your chest every time the mere initial of his name appeared in your mind. It was difficult for you to take control of your life, it was difficult for you to live normally, and of course to regain the trust of others, who viewed you with rejection thanks to the actions of your loved one, even whom you once had the right to call. your "son": Fundy.

And now, after 10 full years have passed, in the distance, you see smoke, and then a familiar silhouette from which that smoke came (this person was smoking). You feel a tear run down your cheek as soon as you recognize him, feeling like at any moment you are going to fall and collapse in tears. 10 years, 10 years of mourning, of bad looks, of murmurs, of sleeping alone, of being alone and-...now, you saw that unfortunate man: the man you loved, alive in front of your eyes.

Rage, pain, sorrow, love, hate. You felt many things. You agonized so much over that man, you loved him so much, you resented him, you experienced it all, but you said little. You weren't able to get close to him, until his eyes fell on yours from afar. There you two were: looking at each other, trying to communicate with your mind, you not knowing whether to hug him, slap him or run.

He looked so different...was he really the man you love?