【生肉搬运】鸟雀Passerine 第六章（下）(3)

Wilbur felt his chest tighten, like some curious giant was squeezing him between its palms, breaking him open and asking, What are you made of, little one?
“It wasn’t a button,” Wilbur said. "I blew a horn."
Did you now? the voices murmured.
Father looked just as surprised as Wilbur felt. “Right—I… I don’t know why…” He shook his head, as if trying to clear it of cobwebs. “Wil, do you sometimes feel like you’re an echo of something?”
“And not a sound of my own?” Wilbur chuckled darkly. “Every godsdamned day of my life.”