【生肉搬运】鸟雀Passerine 第六章（下）(26)

“All of us,” Techno growled, “are just helpless insects in your godsdamned web, is that it?”
He thought he might have seen something graver flicker over Dream’s face, but it was gone before Techno could put a name to it. “Not all of you.”
Techno was going to kill him. He was going to put his trident through that wicked little grin and be done with it all.
But then he felt a pair of hands at his shoulders, pulling him back.
“Techno.” Wilbur’s voice, leading him back to his own body like a lighthouse calling a ship to safer shores. “We still need him. He still has to give him back to us.”

“Right,” Dream hummed as Wilbur dragged Techno to his feet. “You still need me, Techno.”
“Don’t you fucking call me that,” Techno spat.
They had him surrounded. He was on the floor, leaning against a broken pulpit. And yet the bastard still looked like he held all the cards.
Because he did. Techno felt himself sag at the realization. Dream had everything, because he still had Tommy.
Dream squinted up at each of them in turn, his eyes finally landing on Philza, who’d drawn his blade. Dream considered the sharp tip pointed straight at him.