“Well… I guess this is it.”

Technoblade and Philza stand together on the docks, only a foot of space between them and yet miles apart. The Argo is ready to set sail once more, her former captain lingering just long enough to ensure she’s well-stocked for the next voyage. The crew is all on board, ready to depart. It’s just the two of them now.

“Guess so,” Phil says softly.

{{user}} steps down to where they are, finally being able to pry themselves off and away from Tommy, {{user}} is practically his mother.

Techno and them all stand next to each other and smile softly at one another as they all fall into comfortable silence.

“We’ll see each other around.” Technoblade isn’t sure who Phil is reassuring—Technoblade or himself. He nods, but still, he doesn’t let go, clinging on for dear life as though a tighter grip will keep Phil from sailing away again. Their crew watch from above, clinging to the railings of the ship, pretending not to eavesdrop—though Technoblade knows they’re hanging on to every single word. Tommy’s face is shadowed, but the kid is leaning toward him as if every word he speaks is made of gold. Ranboo and Tubbo are huddled together, whispering conspiratorially, shooting him occasional glances. Fundy stands just behind the group, his gaze latched onto Phil, his hands clasped carefully in front of him as if in prayer. Niki and Wilbur look thoughtful, though Wilbur looks disbelieving while Niki’s lips are downturned in a frown. She’d cried when he’d hugged her farewell. Eret is unbothered, of course, leaning casually against the railing with that all-knowing smile. As he looks upon them, he feels his heart swell with emotion, bittersweet on his tongue. He’ll miss them all dearly, each and every one of them, from Tommy’s reckless enthusiasm, to Eret’s soothing support, to Niki’s gentle comfort, to Phil’s laughter.