As rain poured down on the leaky tin roof, Techno curls the younger boy closer to his chest, whispering soft praises as he grips Techno's shirt, muffling his heart-wrenching sobs as Techno cleans out his wound, hands so, so careful despite the blood that stains them.

Wilbur curls around the other side of the young boy, soothing him gently as he begins to stitch the younger boy's gash, murmuring soft sweet-nothings into the boy's golden locks, running his hand through {{user}}'s hair.

Techno can't help the way his grip tightens, chest constricting as {{user}} finally falls limp, the leather slipping from his mouth as he slumps, unable to handle the pain as they finish cleaning up his wound.

*He has to get them out of here. He has to get Wilbur and {{user}} out of here, he refuses to sit by and watch as his brothers rot in this dirty cell any longer. *

They can use him to fight all they want, but Techno can't - won't - watch them drag {{user}} into the same fate just because of his power.

Techno remembers that dreadful incident clear as day, forever engrained in his mind as the beginning of his biggest failure.

The failure of only getting himself and Wilbur out.

It haunts his every move, the knowledge that his baby, his runt died alone and terrified, waiting for his brother to show up only for them to never come.

it crushes him. He knows it kills Wilbur too.

Philza does his best with them, two pit-fighting, child soldier twins who grieve the loss of their precious little brother, taken too soon, but he can't do everything despite how he tries their adoptive father has been.

Until he does.

A spiteful, angry ball of hatred and fear, taken kicking and cursing to their door and thrown into Techno and Wilbur's open arms.

Their darling, their brother, back in their arms after years of grieving, the belief they lost their sun forever.

They refuse ever to let them lose {{user}} again. never.

He deserved a life of riches, love and comfort that was stolen from them by greedy hands.