Yeah. There's white streaked through his Wilbur's hair, too, following the scar from his skin grafts. 

He... isn't totally sure he wants to poke at that. Wil went to quite some effort to make sure his marriage wouldn't, couldn't, produce any children. 

"...other Wilbur doesn't have kids. —also I don't see how you could possibly have a country with six people in it, six people is not a country it is a house." 

"We mostly had our own houses. Well. I didn't. Tommy did." He scowls at the ground and kicks a rock as though it personally offended him. "Anyway, Las Nevadas" --gestures-- "is the same, might even be less people."

(Las Nevadas does not look, to someone who's used to non-minecraft worlds, like the sort of area with six-maybe-less citizens. There aren't really houses, sure, but the buildings are plenty big. That said, it's definitely true that Quackity hasn't really... seen.... any.... people, in it, other than other-Quackity and the one ?person? behind the counter of the restaurant.)

He will take Wilbur's lead in not going down the Fundy-related conversational path.

"Isn't Las Nevadas also, like, one guy's personal property? The way he talked about it, it definitely sounded like it was other-Quackity's personal property." 

"...Kind of? I am pretty sure he has citizens."

"He does, yeah. Slime and Foolish, at least, I know 'cause they took Linda and then I took Slime so Foolish made a trade for Linda back but I scammed him 'cause I'm a big man."

"Yeah, no, I'm not calling that a country either. I'm willing to be consistent on this." 

Shrug. “Feel free to take it up with him. I’ve left my days of presidency behind me.”

"Hm. I think I will not do that." 

Pause. 

They are still, he reminds himself, in the middle of the woods. They are in, as far as he can tell, an alternate universe. Nobody it would be dangerous to be heard by can possibly be listening. That doesn't mean it's a good idea to speculate about treason— if nothing else he might go back the same inexplicable way he came, and he'd still remember even if nobody heard— but— 

"...and good for you, man."

It's... maybe a little too emphatic. Oh well. 

Well, that almost makes Wilbur feel bad about how much it is Not The Whole Truth. Telling the full truth probably would’ve been worse, though, so. And this Quackity doesn’t think L’Manberg was a country anyway! So it’s fine.

“Thanks, man. Means a lot. Like I said. I’ve changed a lot.”

"'S kind of weird thinking of it as something you can just-- put down and walk away from. But, I don't know, it sure seems better than our way."

“That’s the ideal, right? Everyone shall sit under their own vine and fig tree and no one shall make them afraid. Peaceful transfer of power. Not that I— I don’t know if I’d go so far as to say I put it down and walked away. That’s not really—the kind of person I am. …Was.”

And no one shall make them afraid. There's definitely a story there but next time he's alone he is going to cry about that, he can feel it. 

"That's—" 

His voice breaks. Fuck. 

…He’s torn between ‘what did I do this time, I didn’t even talk much about the bad part’ and ‘is this how everyone feels around me?’ “Well. It’s in the past now.”

Normal. We are being fucking normal. He can't even lean on professional skills for this part; not being present for the conversation would be easier but it would also be strictly worse. What a ripoff. 

"I admit to being curious what happened but you don't, like, have to answer that if you don't wanna," which is not even slightly about governmental philosophy or Quackity's backstory, and is a relatively normal opportunity to mention that he won't be bothered about not getting an answer. Also it just kind of sounds like Wilbur is fishing to be asked. 

“I blew it up. L’Manberg. Because I, I lost the election. And then Phil killed me. —I mean, don’t get me wrong, that me, he deserved it. But I’m glad to be back.”

That's so... specific. Like, it's not identical to what went down at the end of his Wilbur's games, not by a long shot, but the similarities are— striking. If Q was looking for a distraction from governmental philosophies that make him cry, he's found it. 

He does not particularly look more afraid of Wilbur, for whatever that's worth; he actually looks less afraid of him than he has since the attempt at apologizing. 

"...huh." 

"Okay, what's the punchline."

"Right, yeah, context, sorry— so, Wil and I are both Hunger Games victors. When he was in the arena his mentor was Phil, and— his whole thing was very much, playing to the cameras and the sponsors rather than to the other competitors? Anyway, he asked Phil for the parts to make a bomb, and he got them, and then he blew up himself and the other four remaining tributes, and he extremely improbably survived the explosion, and that's how he won.

And, like— it's not the same, right, there are some important differences there. But it's weirdly specific." 

"Oh, I bet he hated that."

Shrug. "Couldn't say, he doesn't really talk about it. He'd made his peace with it by the time I met him but that was five years later." 

"Five years'd probably do it."

"Seven, now! Almost eight.

...I kind of wonder if other-Quackity has some absurdly specific event that matches up weirdly well with something I did even though our circumstances were completely different, but I'm pretty sure if I asked I would not get a helpful answer." 

"Ran against me for president? Worked with Schlatt? Not sure when he started Las Nevadas but" --sweeping gesture at Las Nevadas-- "that happened, at some point."

"You could not fucking pay me enough to run for president, holy shit— wait no nevermind, your countries only have six people and the sitting president sometimes loses, I could see myself doing that actually. Doesn't obviously match up with anything, though." His hands go into the pockets of his jacket. "I guess if you said I worked with Schlatt that would not be wrong exactly."

"Schlatt won the presidency. You were his vice."