"Do you like fire? " Tommy asked out of the blue. He and Ranboo were sitting on a cliff near Snowchester, while Tubbo was taking care of Micheal.

"I, Uh... I guess, kinda? I don't have many memories circulating around the fire, so there's not a reason for me to dislike it." Ranboo answered, still a bit surprised by the unusual question.

"Ah, I see." Tommy simply replied, deciding to look at the sky rather than the ender-boy beside him.

"Fire can be beautiful." Tommy softly started. "It can give you warmth on a cold winter day. It can give you light, protecting you from the dangers lurking in the darkness of the night. It can help you survive, cook your meat and bake your bread, so you don't starve or get food poisoning from eating raw indergriediens." Tommy paused, and then took a torch from his inventory and started inspecting it closely. "It can be used for both survival and decoration, torches and lamps alike, giving the light to make your house feel like home."

Tommy stopped talking and looked at the sky, painted reds and oranges from the sunset. Then he looked higher, at the dark blues and purples, that slowly but surely started overtaking the sky completely, waiting for their turn to lull the world and every living creature in it into sleep. He squirted his eyes, and smiled at the sight.

Memories of glasses with similar colors shattered on the ground with a couple of blood droplets around them formed in his mind. He quickly shook his head to get rid of that imagine.

"...But, it can also be horrifying and ugly. It can cause destruction, burning meadows and forests alike, leaving only scarred ground behind. It can cause death, burning your flesh until nothing but ash and remains of bones remains. It can hurt you, scarring your skin, forever reminding you what it has done to you and your body."

Destruction. Explosions. Laughter. Fire. Fire was everywhere. firefirefirefiRE WATCH OUT FOR THE FIRE-

Tommy sat, the memories overtaking his vision, without realising that he's smiling widely the entire time. Ranboo shifted uncomfortably beside him. For a moment, he could've sworn Tommy's eyes were crimson like blood, but when he looked again, they were the normal, skyish blue as usual.

"Did you know? After a forest fire, the burned ground will produce more minerals and substances, causing the next forest that starts growing to be even bigger and stronger than the last one." Tommy then looked at Ranboo "Isn't that kinda funny? The new trees, stronger and more beautiful, grow on the ground that contains the remains of the weak, pathetic trees that were destroyed by the fire, unable to resist it's heat and power..." Tommy then looked ahead again, this time smiling softly, almost comfortingly. Even then, there was something... unsettling about his expression.

"...I like fire. What about you, hm?"