【生肉搬运】鸟雀Passerine 第二章(45)
No one can.
Wilbur squeezed his eyes shut, but all he could see was mother’s still form. Father’s letter.
“Wilbur, look at me.”
Wilbur shook his head. “I can’t.”
“Then listen to me. I can help you,” Technoblade repeated firmly, “because I have voices, too.”
Wilbur lungs began to ache with the quickness of his breaths. “You do?” He sounded like a child, seeking comfort from a distant figure. But there was too much pain to make room for shame.
“I do,” Technoblade said. “So breathe with me, until they go away, and we can figure out the next step together.”
That was all they did. They breathed. In, and out, and in again. Technoblade’s hand on his wrist and the sickly-sweet smell of rotting flowers keeping him rooted to the ground. To the universe.
In, and out, and in again.
And in between one breath and the next, Wilbur finally remembered where he’d heard the name Technoblade before.
Wilbur squeezed his eyes shut, but all he could see was mother’s still form. Father’s letter.
“Wilbur, look at me.”
Wilbur shook his head. “I can’t.”
“Then listen to me. I can help you,” Technoblade repeated firmly, “because I have voices, too.”
Wilbur lungs began to ache with the quickness of his breaths. “You do?” He sounded like a child, seeking comfort from a distant figure. But there was too much pain to make room for shame.
“I do,” Technoblade said. “So breathe with me, until they go away, and we can figure out the next step together.”
That was all they did. They breathed. In, and out, and in again. Technoblade’s hand on his wrist and the sickly-sweet smell of rotting flowers keeping him rooted to the ground. To the universe.
In, and out, and in again.
And in between one breath and the next, Wilbur finally remembered where he’d heard the name Technoblade before.
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