【生肉搬运】鸟雀Passerine 第二章(16)
Wilbur flinched. “That’s not…”
“Or not even an army. Consider, if you will, just one very smart, very angry person, and they’ve got your brother.” Technoblade smirked at whatever expression was on Wilbur’s face. “That’s all it takes, you know, to kill a kingdom—a single person who knows your weak spots. So what you need to do is get rid of them. The weak spots, I mean. This kingdom is only impenetrable because Philza has long ago gotten rid of every vulnerability. So what happens when you take the throne?”
“That’s not true,” Wilbur said quietly, standing in the downpour of Technoblade’s words. “My father—he does have vulnerabilities. He has Mother. Tommy.” Me.
“But he has the power to protect them,” Technoblade replied. “And you don’t. That’s the difference.”
The sun had climbed higher into the sky, painting everything in gold. Through the gaps in the ivy, the warm light shone on Wilbur’s skin, warming him from the inside out. He imagined the light seeping into his skin, into his bones, into the cracks of his soul until he could be made whole again—a boy of sunlight, like Tommy. He wanted the sun to burn away the tiredness, the sadness, the thoughts. He wanted the sun to burn Technoblade, too, with his harsh words made harsher by their truth.
“Or not even an army. Consider, if you will, just one very smart, very angry person, and they’ve got your brother.” Technoblade smirked at whatever expression was on Wilbur’s face. “That’s all it takes, you know, to kill a kingdom—a single person who knows your weak spots. So what you need to do is get rid of them. The weak spots, I mean. This kingdom is only impenetrable because Philza has long ago gotten rid of every vulnerability. So what happens when you take the throne?”
“That’s not true,” Wilbur said quietly, standing in the downpour of Technoblade’s words. “My father—he does have vulnerabilities. He has Mother. Tommy.” Me.
“But he has the power to protect them,” Technoblade replied. “And you don’t. That’s the difference.”
The sun had climbed higher into the sky, painting everything in gold. Through the gaps in the ivy, the warm light shone on Wilbur’s skin, warming him from the inside out. He imagined the light seeping into his skin, into his bones, into the cracks of his soul until he could be made whole again—a boy of sunlight, like Tommy. He wanted the sun to burn away the tiredness, the sadness, the thoughts. He wanted the sun to burn Technoblade, too, with his harsh words made harsher by their truth.
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