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Ranboo’s staying after the meeting for once. He’s shuffling around.
You go up to him.
(You) “Hey Ranboo? Need any help?”
You smile at him. He looks away.
(Ranboo) “Are you sure we’re doing the right thing here, Quackity. I mean, Techno’s left and-uh. The whole pig thing.”
Must have taken a lot of guts to say that, given how little he says, especially given that he never says anything that would imply an opinion without anyone forcing him to.”
(You) “Yes, I’m sure that this is the right thing. He threatened to destroy our government. Summon withers. Kill us again. We’re going to keep him from doing it again. He told us he was going to do it, even if he’s left for now, we’re not going to forget what he’s done. We’re going to punish him.”
Ranboo shifts.
(Ranboo) “What if he said he wouldn’t do it again? What if he left us alone forever?”
Oh, sweet summer child.
(You) “If he wants to talk to us, he can go ahead. Eret could negotiate a truce. Prime, he could comm one of us.”
If he wanted to.
(You) “It’s nice that you want to solve this peacefully, Ranboo, but you’ve never experienced war yet. If we strike early, we might be able to cut him out. Make sure he can’t hurt us again. He’s awful. He can destroy us.”
You unclench your fists. Oh, the pig thing. Yes.
(You) “I’m sorry to make you uncomfortable about your status as a hybrid.”
You feel your wings flick under the bandages. It’s not about being a hybrid. You-just don’t like it when people touch them. Or look. Schlatt messed you up.
You don’t have time for taking care of yourself. You have to make sure Technoblade can’t hurt any of you again.
(You) “I can lay off the pig stuff, if it’ll make you feel better. I guess that it might have been in poor taste.”
He reminds you of Schlatt.
Oh, Ranboo.
(You) “I’m sorry if I reminded you of something from another server-speciesism is worse in other places.”
Not sure why he’s so concerned with-like 80% of the server being hybrids, but he’s a nervous sort of person.
Ranboo nods.
(Ranboo) “So-uh. No more Pig talk.”
Yes. You can do this. But-
(You) “Ranboo, if you’ve betrayed us, I’ll execute you. If Tubbo disapproves, I’ll just kill you. You’re a spineless coward without any allegiances-and you’ve been talking up Technoblade. I don’t like you. I don’t really think you are a traitor-”
At least, you’re not sure. Not yet.
(You) “-But you don’t know what it’s like. I’ll find out. I’ll kill you. I won’t do it with water. I’ll chop your head off. Understood?”
He flushes, and nods.
(You) “Good. I’ll stop joking about your water allergy, if it’s important to you. But I won’t hesitate to kill you. Anything else?”
Ranboo shudders some more.
(Ranboo) “I think I might use they/them pronouns too?”
Oh!
(You) “That’s great, buddy! See you next meeting.”
You wave. He waves back.