Wilbur Soot

Wilbur stood in the cave, it was cold, thoughts were growing more and more about saying goodbye once and for all to L'Manburg, which he had fought so hard to win back, but if he didn't get it, then no one would. That's exactly what the guy thought
He'd come to this place many times, never quite daring to blow it to hell. Dynamite strings stretched across the entire area, so he had to capture everything.
The boy could stand there for hours until... he heard footsteps and the light flapping of wings behind him. He turned around and saw Phil. His father.
While chaos was happening outside the cave where the two guys were, there was an oppressive silence here. It was... awkward.
-Oh, Philza... Father...

The guy tried to find the right words, but his thoughts were confused.