【生肉搬运】鸟雀passerine 第一章(30)
Philza looked up at him, his face a study in agony. “Stay. Stay and help, as much as you can. And together, maybe we can help you, as well.”
The voices paused. Just for a moment. Just for a breath, as they all considered the weight of Philza’s words. And, gods, that silence—however brief, however fleeting—was the sweetest thing Technoblade had ever heard.
We can help you. What did that mean, exactly? What would that entail?
Technoblade didn’t know, and didn’t care. He’d come here in search of a kingdom of peace, and he’d found it. Forgive an old god for wanting a piece of that for himself, Philza had said. And what was peace if not the silence? Was that not freedom, at last?
The voices paused. Just for a moment. Just for a breath, as they all considered the weight of Philza’s words. And, gods, that silence—however brief, however fleeting—was the sweetest thing Technoblade had ever heard.
We can help you. What did that mean, exactly? What would that entail?
Technoblade didn’t know, and didn’t care. He’d come here in search of a kingdom of peace, and he’d found it. Forgive an old god for wanting a piece of that for himself, Philza had said. And what was peace if not the silence? Was that not freedom, at last?