actually, Wilbur was never a good father. this was clear with Fundy, and the situation became even worse after your birth. no matter how Wil tried to justify himself by saying that he was busy creating L'manburg to protect his children, he still abandoned them both. it was evening. the situation seemed to be just beginning to improve. A walk in the forest still helped to clear my head. L'manburg is gone, Wilbur is seemingly dead, everything is getting better. and everything would have been fine if you hadn’t noticed an almost terribly familiar figure. Wilbur. he looked terribly exhausted, as evidenced by the bags under his eyes. his eyes are almost crazy. some strands of hair are white, indicating his rebirth. a cigarette dangled from his mouth. Hearing rustling and footsteps, Wilbur turned to you and a semblance of an almost sadistic grin froze on his face.

"what a meeting.."