【生肉搬运】鸟雀Passerine 第七章（下）(36)
Techno gave him a quiet smile only a handful of people had ever witnessed. Like a miracle, Tommy had once said of it. Like a godsdamned fucking miracle, that smile!
“How many times,” the Green God asked wryly, cutting the fragile levity into shreds, “must you pin me down before you realize it’s all futile?”
Wilbur glared. “As many times as it takes.”
“Go on, then.” Dream sighed, tilting his head back to bare his throat to them all. “Kill me. Or have a crisis of morals about killing me—your choice, really. We’ve been here before. You’ve come this close before, though not one step further.”
“Why?” Philza asked. “What stopped us?”
The god’s emerald eyes glinted like chunks of broken ice. Something stirred in Techno’s gut—a sudden reaction to an ancient, nameless fear. Techno’s hand settled on Wilbur’s shoulder. Something was wrong. Or something was going to be wrong, very soon, and he needed to get Wilbur out of here, like Philza had intended. He could see Philza in his periphery, holding tightly to his sword. He could tell he felt it, too.
The war was over.
“How many times,” the Green God asked wryly, cutting the fragile levity into shreds, “must you pin me down before you realize it’s all futile?”
Wilbur glared. “As many times as it takes.”
“Go on, then.” Dream sighed, tilting his head back to bare his throat to them all. “Kill me. Or have a crisis of morals about killing me—your choice, really. We’ve been here before. You’ve come this close before, though not one step further.”
“Why?” Philza asked. “What stopped us?”
The god’s emerald eyes glinted like chunks of broken ice. Something stirred in Techno’s gut—a sudden reaction to an ancient, nameless fear. Techno’s hand settled on Wilbur’s shoulder. Something was wrong. Or something was going to be wrong, very soon, and he needed to get Wilbur out of here, like Philza had intended. He could see Philza in his periphery, holding tightly to his sword. He could tell he felt it, too.
The war was over.
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