【生肉搬运】鸟雀passerine 第一章(25)

A late morning breeze passed through, carrying with it the scent of flowers and the shredded remains of Techno’s anguish. The fury was still there, and the feeling of a betrayal so grand it might never be bridged, but the exhaustion had begun to settle in. Techno was used to quick brawls and long hunts, but verbal altercation was not something he’d ever trained for—mostly because he had not cared to speak to anyone that mattered since…
since forever, perhaps.