Wilbur had been focused on getting L’manberg back like a monomaniac, but he could only do that for so long. Ask the stress and pressure he was putting on himself.

He was stood on the edge of a cliff nearby Pogtopia, just… staring at the view. Yup. No other plans. None that he would admit.

As if it wasn’t obvious by the way that he was actually glancing down and not forward, the somber expression on his face.