【生肉搬运】鸟雀Passerine 第六章（下）(25)
“I told you!” Dream spat in his face. “I don’t call every action, Technoblade! I present the choices, but you make them. I was the voice, but you were always the bloodstained hands!”
I don’t even remember their faces, Techno thought, tightening his hold on the Green God’s shirt until he could hear it begin to tear. I don’t even know their names. And yet he was consumed by it—an anger that felt like all his nerves singing at once, demanding the same thing.
vengeance.
Fractured light slanted over the two gods. The whole world was a broken, miserable thing.
“Why?” Techno hated the despair that bled into his voice, but there was nowhere for else to go. “Why me? Why did you change your mind?”
He tried searching for sympathy in Dream’s face, but all he received was the darkest sort of humor.
“You can search for meaning all you want,” he said. “Turn over every rock and read all the stars in the sky. But the truth is, Techno, you were simply in the wrong place at the wrong time.”
I don’t even remember their faces, Techno thought, tightening his hold on the Green God’s shirt until he could hear it begin to tear. I don’t even know their names. And yet he was consumed by it—an anger that felt like all his nerves singing at once, demanding the same thing.
vengeance.
Fractured light slanted over the two gods. The whole world was a broken, miserable thing.
“Why?” Techno hated the despair that bled into his voice, but there was nowhere for else to go. “Why me? Why did you change your mind?”
He tried searching for sympathy in Dream’s face, but all he received was the darkest sort of humor.
“You can search for meaning all you want,” he said. “Turn over every rock and read all the stars in the sky. But the truth is, Techno, you were simply in the wrong place at the wrong time.”
电梯里的苏柔上瘾第六章
