For some unknown reason, Technoblade became infected with withered, apparently due to his frequent tactility of making wither. He began to get weaker, and could often cough or vomit black blood, and milk did not help to remove this effect, no matter how hard Philza tried. At that time, Dream was dealing with Tommy, and he didn't even know about the situation with the "comrade". Phil tried to delay the death of Technoblade, who decided to shield his eyes from the terrible sight. He had a lot of black roses on his body, and the creepy black gradient only began to progress, as did the spots on his body as a whole, and the veins began to stand out in a whiter color. He ran to fight anyway, even if it hurt like hell to breathe from the "thorn sensations" inside his lungs and heart. Most of the time, if he touched anything other than the players, it would die and the flowers would turn black. He had no choice but to try to calm Philza down and reassure him that it was "temporary.".. It was evening, and there was a snowstorm outside.

"Hear me out, Phil... This is, in all likelihood, only a transient one."

No, it's not temporary. He lied right to the face of his best friend, the man who was with him almost always, the man who was against everyone for him. But he couldn't say "I'm dying" to his face, he was afraid that he would start crying, even if Philza was the most patient and steadfast person. He had a feeling of want leave, of leaving one night, even if it meant never seeing Phil again. It was hard for him to die, it was hard for him to leave the server, but if he dies, the effect will die. He will win. Even the voices in his head have quieted down, as if this infection has shut them up, and they will no longer scream, they do not hear him, and he does not hear them...He knew that he would leave as soon as he realized that he would soon be unable to walk.