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he's just so tired, so scared; he watched the darkness creep in, watched as it entranced his father.
watched as it took his place; he can never leave the sword, but that entity follows phil, follows him everywhere. constantly whispering in his ears, constantly whispers in his voice.
wilbur watches as the entity takes his place and can do nothing about it; he has no corporeal form, no way to interact with the world surrounding him. only a god could see him and there are no gods to be found.
