【生肉搬运】鸟雀Passerine 第四章（下）(11)

“Tommy.” Wilbur’s hands were on him, pressing against his wound. “Tommy, Tommy, come here, I’ll fix you, I’ll fix you—”
“Wilbur,” Tommy croaked as the white-cloaked man advanced. “Wilbur, the enemy—”
“Say your goodbyes, princeling,” the man cackled, raising his sword one final time.
Tommy grabbed Wilbur, even as his entire body trembled with the movement, covering his older brother’s body with his own. He shut his eyes, waiting for the coup de grâce.

It never came.
When Tommy looked back again, he found Technoblade standing over them, blocking the man’s sword with his trident.
“Finally,” the man growled, pushing against the shaft of Techno’s trident. “I’ve been waiting for you, you bloody bastard.”
Techno cocked his head to the side, considering the man at length. “I,” he said monotonously, “don’t fucking know you.”
The man’s eyes hardened. “You killed them. You took them both away from me, and you don’t even remember.” He jumped back, cutting the air between them with his sword, splattering the ground by Techno’s feet with Tommy’s blood. “That’s alright. I’ll just make you remember.”