【生肉搬运】鸟雀Passerine 第二章(44)

“Also gone?” The letter began to shake violently. Or, not the letter—Wilbur’s hands. “But she was… she was just here. This morning, she watched us spar. She was smiling. She was… she was alive. Technoblade—Techno—”
This was inevitable.
Wilbur clamped his hands over his ears. “Shut up!”
It was meant to be.
“Go away!” Wilbur fell to his knees, pressing his hands tighter and tighter to block out the sound. “I thought I’d gotten rid of you. You said you were going to leave me alone!”

A sudden pain laced up Wilbur’s arm, and he opened his eyes to find Technoblade kneeling in front of him, his hand an iron grip around Wilbur’s wrist. Tommy was gone—when did that happen?—and the silence he left behind was almost as bad as the screaming.
“Come back to me, Wilbur,” Technoblade ordered. “Who do you hear?”
“You,” Wilbur said haltingly.
He was not for this act. Not for this stage.
“And the voices.”
Technoblade nodded, easing his grip on Wilbur’s wrist. “I can help you.”