First of all; FitMC, you chef above the rest, you fucking cooked today.

Second I think Fit was our best chance of that connection being made because he is the one Phil has confided in the most besides his own kids. Fit was the person he grabbed when he was convinced he was seeing things. He told the anarchist about the birdhouse plot. He brought him *again* when he saw things his kids didn't see.

Fit, is quite possibly, the only one outside his immediate family that knows the most about the crow and he knows something is wrong.

And of course this is happening the moment before he is also being dragged off to his own mission, but he can't help but worry about Phil's kids alongside Ramon and Pac.

Because Chayanne seemed genuinely worried and Fit took it seriously. He knew something was wrong the moment he saw the duckie-wearing dragon child and how he was snarky but sorrowful with responding where their father is. Tallulah told him she's had better days, and you can tell the moment he focuses up.

[And its delicious. Whenever those cc's focus in, I sit up straight cause its so impressive.]

Fit has some of the most regular content on that server. He sees things and records them, filing them away for later in case he needs that knowledge.

So the moment it clocks in that Phil is being weird enough his children are being outspoken, he engages. They took him aside, especially, and opened up more to their Tio Fit than I have ever seen [except maybe Tallulah with BBH, who now has amnesia, and Bagi, though misguided has a good heart (thinks Phil is a Federation experiment)].

And he's made the best connections using his past knowledge and experiences.

Bagi helped with showing the crying obsidian and comparing it to the markings that spread across Phil's shoulders and back where the backpack hung, and I think that's when it clicked for Fit.

But he didn't want to tell Bagi because he isn't certain and perhaps he remembers Phil stressing this 'him' is dangerous. But the similarities have started to snap into place; especially with crying obsidian being a marker of the End Dimension, or at least drawing his thoughts that way.

Basically at the end of all of this; Fit had the best damn shot of making the connection based on lore from months ago and I am so fucking glad he did cause at least another Islander finally has a name for the fallen god chasing their crow.

I hope to God he or Ramon share this knowledge with another trustworthy source if an emergency comes up [Hoping on Bagi, Etoiles, Cellbit and Pac]. I have never been more proud to call that beautiful bald man one of my streamers, Veteran's Duo understand each other on a level no one else comes close too.

Yes they have their own important secrets. But, when they are themselves, they will trust one another to protect anyone effected if it becomes dangerous. It's been them since Day 1, between the regular visits and missions Fit is the closest brother in arms Phil has.

Despite the crow believing no one will care nor want to get involved due to the danger, Fit, Pac, Bagi and their families are all ready to prove them wrong. Phil sees himself as removed from the rest because he can be rather blind to affection and fondness, his self-blame not allowing him to acknowledge he is cared about.

The way his first priority used to be waiting for them to wake up.

Philza Minecraft you drive me insane because everything with you is so subtle yet impactful.

I cannot pinpoint the exact moment he started waiting less and less. Every once in a while he did dungeons but more often than not he would return frequently to see if they awoke.

I don't know when it swapped to the opposite, looting and adventuring in the endless want for more shining treasure for his family and totally not to fill the endless void of greed opening where a golden heart once beat.

That's why I applaud this man and anyone who has the patience to slowly tell a story. To give it flavour and context and love because the fall from grace is often horrific and you have the daunting realisation you don't know when things started to change while you watch someone you love learn the depths of sorrows and tragedies.

Bravo, Crowfather. Bravo.

He went from a mission and no one to having a son, a boyfriend who adores affectionately tormenting him, and several other islanders who would fight at his side if he needed help.

This man comes from a land where trusting someone could equal your death and the loss of all your hard-earned progress to a place they need one another to survive.

And those walls dropped quickly when it became outside evils intending to murder their children, needing to band together to even survive Quesadilla Island.

Assigned a child and learning to love him, Ramon was the first being to break the anarchist's shell. Allowing the smallest amount of light through to a long shaded heart, feeling the warmth of the tiniest pinprick of brightness that began to melt the ice formed around the organ covered in ancient wounds.

Protecting any youth even if they weren't your own, he found kinship in the eyes of a paranoid old blonde crow. He found reassurance and patience in the form of a beautiful man with nightsky hair who enchanted him slowly, waiting all the time he needed. He found whimsy following a sun-kissed brunette sprint through the server intent on building his factory who made him laugh with his antics.

Many, many more friends, far too many to even name which is something Fit never thought would happen.

He found people who cared, and asked nothing in return.

He found love. He found a family.

From a place of nothing; not even peaceful butterflies or shining fireflies among the lava casts and destroyed landscapes. The only insects were things that fed on decay and could blend into their surroundings all others far too easy a target and having died out long ago.

On this wonderful, healing new land Fit had found a harmony he never felt before. He found people who wanted to celebrate his birthday and shower him with gifts, begging him to let them protect him too.

He found a place he belonged and was missed in his absence. He found a place where his legacy wouldn't be reduced to a single line on the communicator if anything happened. People here made their chest warm with joy instead of dread, his soul so full of amazing memories in only eleven moons.

The immediate brush off, pretending its all fine.

The insistence that it is not.

Of hands not as big as they are used to combing through messy hair tugged into clumsy braids. Ramon isn't the best at hair styling but he tries his best. He only had Fit for so long this is something new to him, but he's trying. Ignoring the mirthful smirks Pomme tosses him as he does something wrong yet again, Sunny smiling the whole time. But for his herminita, any frustration is worth it.

Of signs being written instead of songs sung, speaking through words what once serenaded them through symphonies. Of Pomme weaving vast worlds together in beautiful words filled with comfort, before they take turns hugging their smallest girl.

Tucking the sheets up around her chin while Sunny clutches her bunny rabbit close, sunshine eyes dull in the late night. Of promises to come get them if she needs, it isn't a bother. In fact they would sleep right here if she asked them but she insisted she is fine, that being in her pa's room, though lonely, is enough.

After all he promised he would be back tomorrow.

Ramon taking one last look near the door as Sunny turns over, taking a deep breath before Pomme grasps his hand and leads him away. She feels the responsibility the moustache eggs and their fellow siblings shoulder, having to protect the young ones.

All the children on their server had been through hell and back. And each and every time Sunny needed them, they would be there. They can only hope her Pa returns soon, and will be there for her until he does. The burden of being an older sibling is a heavy one, but for her joy they would bear it without complaint.

The fact he is insistent on protecting his sister from their own father.

How far the crow has fallen, thee of broken wings weighed down by the gold you stole.

Chayanne and Tallulah must be terrified watching someone they love and thought of as infallible slowly succumb to the influence of another want. An endless one.

These two suspected something from the start then to watch him come home with that cursed backpack, hiding his beautiful broken wings, covered in glowing purple vines? [tattoos? we going with tattoos for the sake of cubito to description sake]

Insisting everything he does is to help them, pulling further and further away as he strives to protect them. Falling more into the weakness the Ender King could exploit.

On the QSMP, Philza is a man respected by a great number of the islanders. The other egg children trust him even in dangerous secrets [Richas & Pomme planning to take him to save Cellbit & Baghera]. He is trusted by some of the most paranoid because he is reliable.

But what happens when the one who has always been a hand to guide them through the dark slowly slips away? Leaving nothing but a void like the one that consumed him, lost to the abyss of starving wants and needs for more. Always more.

They weren't enough.

This whole family has an issue with blaming themselves, and the arc we are embarking on is going to be a very difficult one.

What if the Ender King is tapping into Philza's dormant Angel of Death abilities and this was him in his prime?

When he earned his mantle flooding battlefields with crimson rain as his partner the Blood God fought below. Of feathers black as night tacky with the essence of the fallen screaming through the skies as the Angel lined up another shot with his polished bow while his brother in arms sliced his steel clean through another enemy.

We do not know the extent of the Ender King's influence, but we knows small amounts. That which lead back to Phil becoming his ideal vessel to encourage bit by bit until the crow is unrecognisable to even those who love him so consumed with the greed dangerous enough to slay a god.

He craves large amount of power to protect his treasures.

Loot which becomes old news in pursuit of the newer, shinier object that caught his fancy.

He does not like dragons.

He's gained more of a hold since they were forced away from Rose's Sanctuary.