【战锤40k同人作品翻译】Ennui 第十️三章：自由 Free(7)
I dropped to my knees, too tired to continue, too tired to run anymore as the figures closed into a damning circle around me.
“Please, Sisters,” I sobbed bitterly, “please forgive me…”
They never did. They never admonished nor forgave, neither accused nor relieved.
They just stared.
Their bodies were ruined, but they stared nonetheless. Their armor was cracked and split under the weight of a thousand Orkish axes, their bones were broken, their limbs pulped, skulls shattered, and blood poured endlessly from wide rents in ceramite.
As always, they looked as I remembered them last. I remember the way Kalion’s headless body slumped out of the grip of an Ork Nob as it crushed her skull. I remember how Attica screamed her defiance as she was buried under a dozen of the hooting bastards, her shrieks turning to wet, burbling noises as they hacked her apart.
And poor Sister Yu, the youngest of us, even younger than me. This was her first battle as a fully-fledged sister of the Order of the Radiant Wisteria. It should have been glorious, and it should not have ended so quickly for her, with her ribcage blown out by a lucky shot from an Ork Shoota.
“Please, Sisters,” I sobbed bitterly, “please forgive me…”
They never did. They never admonished nor forgave, neither accused nor relieved.
They just stared.
Their bodies were ruined, but they stared nonetheless. Their armor was cracked and split under the weight of a thousand Orkish axes, their bones were broken, their limbs pulped, skulls shattered, and blood poured endlessly from wide rents in ceramite.
As always, they looked as I remembered them last. I remember the way Kalion’s headless body slumped out of the grip of an Ork Nob as it crushed her skull. I remember how Attica screamed her defiance as she was buried under a dozen of the hooting bastards, her shrieks turning to wet, burbling noises as they hacked her apart.
And poor Sister Yu, the youngest of us, even younger than me. This was her first battle as a fully-fledged sister of the Order of the Radiant Wisteria. It should have been glorious, and it should not have ended so quickly for her, with her ribcage blown out by a lucky shot from an Ork Shoota.
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