【生肉搬运】鸟雀Passerine 第六章（下）(7)

Techno leaned against his trident as he watched Wilbur swat away Philza’s assistance. But, unlike before, there seemed to be no true heat behind the rejection—just Wilbur being Wilbur. Techno knew the fault lines between them could not be healed overnight, but he had to admit it was nice, having Wilbur not look at his father with murderous intent every time.
Ugh, Techno thought. When did I get so sentimental?
If the voices had any comment, they kept it to themselves. In fact, they had been quiet the whole day. It wasn’t unusual for Techno to go days—even weeks or months, at some point—without the voices murmuring like nosy neighbors in the back of his mind. But this felt… different. Sinister, somehow. It felt like the smug silence of an opponent that knew it had the winning hand.