【生肉搬运】鸟雀Passerine 第六章（下）(33)
“He was fifteen,” Philza croaked. “He died for your war at fifteen.”
“And you abandoned Wilbur at fifteen.” The Green God sighed wearily. “They grow up so fast, don’t they? Pity you were only there for the end.” He brightened. “Speaking of Wilbur, I never answered his question, did I? Of how I did all this?”
He let go of Philza’s sword to gesture at everything—the empty town, their shattered universe, their strange story.
“I don’t care.” Philza steadied his shaking hand and prepared to plunge it through the god’s heart. After years of fighting, he had figured out exactly where to slice without killing. Death would be too kind a god than this monster deserved.
“Well, you should.” Dream laughed. “Look behind you, Philza.”
Philza would have cut off an arm before he took orders from him, but there was something in his words that made Phil’s blood freeze over. Slowly, without moving his sword away from the Green God’s chest, Phil turned.
He saw Techno making his way towards them, his unbound hair falling over his face like a burial shroud. His trident glistened in the dying sunlight as he spun it expectantly in his hand, ready to be Philza’s fellow executioner. But then, behind him, standing at the window they’d crashed through, looking numbly out at the scene, was Wilbur.
“And you abandoned Wilbur at fifteen.” The Green God sighed wearily. “They grow up so fast, don’t they? Pity you were only there for the end.” He brightened. “Speaking of Wilbur, I never answered his question, did I? Of how I did all this?”
He let go of Philza’s sword to gesture at everything—the empty town, their shattered universe, their strange story.
“I don’t care.” Philza steadied his shaking hand and prepared to plunge it through the god’s heart. After years of fighting, he had figured out exactly where to slice without killing. Death would be too kind a god than this monster deserved.
“Well, you should.” Dream laughed. “Look behind you, Philza.”
Philza would have cut off an arm before he took orders from him, but there was something in his words that made Phil’s blood freeze over. Slowly, without moving his sword away from the Green God’s chest, Phil turned.
He saw Techno making his way towards them, his unbound hair falling over his face like a burial shroud. His trident glistened in the dying sunlight as he spun it expectantly in his hand, ready to be Philza’s fellow executioner. But then, behind him, standing at the window they’d crashed through, looking numbly out at the scene, was Wilbur.
电梯里的苏柔上瘾第六章
