【生肉搬运】Shrike伯劳鸟 第二章(20)
George rolled his eyes, but as he settled against the tree trunk behind him, gazing over the still and silent forest that was both familiar and unfamiliar, old and new, he had the oddest feeling that he’d been here before. Or that he’d always meant to be here. It just took him a while to find his way.
He reached out towards the sunlight above, letting the rays slip past and around his pale fingers. Like golden rings.
“You had a point,” said George softly.
The war god shifted beside him, but George was still playing with the sun. “Hm?”
“About the deer,” George continued. “You pointed out, before, that I didn’t name it. Does that mean it never mattered to me? That it wasn’t important? Maybe. Maybe not.” George drew his legs under him and smiled, just a little. “I think… I think names can be heavy, sometimes. Heavier than we give them credit for. Like stones in your mouth.”
He reached out towards the sunlight above, letting the rays slip past and around his pale fingers. Like golden rings.
“You had a point,” said George softly.
The war god shifted beside him, but George was still playing with the sun. “Hm?”
“About the deer,” George continued. “You pointed out, before, that I didn’t name it. Does that mean it never mattered to me? That it wasn’t important? Maybe. Maybe not.” George drew his legs under him and smiled, just a little. “I think… I think names can be heavy, sometimes. Heavier than we give them credit for. Like stones in your mouth.”
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