【生肉搬运】鸟雀Passerine 第六章（下）(27)

“That’s the same sword you killed the war god with, yes?” he asked, calmly, as if they were discussing tea.
Phil didn’t deign to give him an answer. Techno alone recognized that look in Philza’s eyes. Philza had never been haunted by voices, but he demanded blood all the same.
“Did he at least fight well?” Dream continued when it was clear none of them were replying. “He must’ve, if he managed to kill your son.”
“You will listen to me,” Philza said, his voice as cold and lifeless as tundra they’d ridden through. “I do not care about your stories. I do not care about you. But if you have all this power, if you can rewrite history, then you will give me my son back. Or else.”