【生肉搬运】鸟雀Passerine 第五章(38)

“Someone needs to find Wilbur.”
Philza found him at the very edge of the hill, kneeling over a cluster of blue flowers, the rain pouring over his shoulders. He seemed numb to the cold—to everything entirely—but when Philza spread his wings over him, keeping the downpour away, his dark eyes flickered to his father, just for a second. Just for a heartbeat. But it was acknowledgement, which was more than Phil could ever hope to deserve.
Techno’s words echoed in his head, each syllable leaving bleeding wounds that Phil would never show. Techno had already suffered so much. Too much. Phil would rather die than add to that. Whatever apology he could come up with now would be meaningless—a small, pathetic scratch against an iceberg of his own making. Actions, after all, spoke louder than words, and Philza was nothing if not a man of action. King at sixteen, Techno had said, as if it was the worst thing to be.