𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗺𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗺𝘆

---〘⇯〙---

the situation is like broken glass. one wrong step, one wrong shift of weight, and blood will be spilled.

technoblade's voice is jovial as he leads the two into the overworld. pax glances behind them at the green clad man. "where are we going?"

"we want to talk to you."

technoblade waved a hand dismissively. "y'know, somewhere where we won't get shot at by a ghast." the green clad man let out a laugh, pulling down his bucket hat.

"so pax," technoblade said, cutting through undergrowth in a quick, heavy stroke. "what would you say to a... league of sorts? one whose members are dedicated to...." he trailed off again as he swiped the brush aside. "making sure no unjust government arises?"

"and what do you define as 'unjust'?" he glances back at pax. "any government that uses force to coerce its citizens."

"isn't that what government does? legalized violence?" techno glances back again, grin sharper than his blade.

"exactly.

〘⇯〙

the most dangerous thing the Egg gave pax was clarity and control. all the heavens above and the hell below couldn't stop someone who was hellbent on tearing crossed stars apart and making a prophecy of their own.