【生肉搬运】鸟雀Passerine 第五章(33)

“I do.” Technoblade did not want to agree with him on anything, but there was no other explanation for the voices slowly getting louder and louder inside his head. He was beginning to lose himself. He already had, if he’d hurt Wilbur like that. It had only been a few hours. There was no telling what he could do—what he would become—later. He stared at Philza, for once realizing that the Angel of Death might be called that for a reason.
“We gods are different. Our grief is infinite, but so is our power.” Philza looked down at his hands. “No being should have both. Grief, in a mortal, already does so much fucking damage. In us, it will be a thousand times worse. So I did the only thing I felt could save me—save everyone—from my grief.” Blue eyes found red. “Have you heard of the Green God, Technoblade?”