【战锤40k同人作品翻译】 Ennui 第一章：空虚 Empty(13)
我的手指轻轻一划，将蒙着面纱的金属拉到一边，用手指抚摸着我的无以计数的工具。
我停在了自己的九头蛇护手前，这是一些级别稍低于我的阴谋团成员的最爱，也是一件难以掌握其抽动的异空间材质的武器。在几个世纪前，当它不再能取悦我时便弃之不用。钩网（shardnet）依旧是我的一个古老的，过时的最爱。看着俘虏在其中扭动着把自己切成碎片直到要么失血过多要么学会保持不动仍是我珍藏的遥远记忆。
那么我最钟情的武器是…
剃刀连枷。
Yes, it is time to leave Commorragh, and seek my death elsewhere. It will not suit me to die on the blade of a spited Archon and his gaggle of Incubi. I will die in some other manner, something awful and wretched, something truly obscene and unworthy.
To die on an open field, surrounded by the stench of true war, gripping my entrails as I’m closed in upon, and screaming expletives while swinging my weapon in graceless spasms of defiance as my death approaches with inevitable tread.
“Yes,” a true smile graces my face for the first time in decades. “Yes… that is how I shall die, and it shall be a perfect end to my performance.”
My armory cabinet at the far end of my room is one of the lone pieces of ostentation I permitted myself. My quarters are dull and bare to remind me of what I must forever press against, but my armory… oh yes, that is a masterpiece.
A stroke of my finger pulls the veiled metal aside, and run my fingers along my myriad tools.
我停在了自己的九头蛇护手前，这是一些级别稍低于我的阴谋团成员的最爱，也是一件难以掌握其抽动的异空间材质的武器。在几个世纪前，当它不再能取悦我时便弃之不用。钩网（shardnet）依旧是我的一个古老的，过时的最爱。看着俘虏在其中扭动着把自己切成碎片直到要么失血过多要么学会保持不动仍是我珍藏的遥远记忆。
那么我最钟情的武器是…
剃刀连枷。
Yes, it is time to leave Commorragh, and seek my death elsewhere. It will not suit me to die on the blade of a spited Archon and his gaggle of Incubi. I will die in some other manner, something awful and wretched, something truly obscene and unworthy.
To die on an open field, surrounded by the stench of true war, gripping my entrails as I’m closed in upon, and screaming expletives while swinging my weapon in graceless spasms of defiance as my death approaches with inevitable tread.
“Yes,” a true smile graces my face for the first time in decades. “Yes… that is how I shall die, and it shall be a perfect end to my performance.”
My armory cabinet at the far end of my room is one of the lone pieces of ostentation I permitted myself. My quarters are dull and bare to remind me of what I must forever press against, but my armory… oh yes, that is a masterpiece.
A stroke of my finger pulls the veiled metal aside, and run my fingers along my myriad tools.
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