【生肉搬运】Shrike伯劳鸟 第二章(27)
“It doesn’t look like anything to me,” said George.
Sapnap shrugged. “It doesn’t matter what we can see,” he said. “It’s not meant for us.”
George widened his eyes exaggeratedly at him. “Why, Sapnap,” he gasped. “Are you, perhaps, sympathizing with the mere mortals you detest so much?”
“It’s not sympathy,” Sapnap scoffed. “It’s just the way things are. There’s things only we can understand, and things only they can.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah.” Sapnap gnawed absently on his lower lip before adding, “I mean, we’d never understand death, not the way they do.”
George tilted his head to consider him in the silver moonlight. “We can still die.”
“But it’s not a certainty for us. Not a promise. More like… a suggestion.”
“Fair enough.” George pulled his cloak tighter around him as the temperature dropped lower. The landscape was pure white, glittering like a sea of diamonds. Nothing marred its perfect surface except the two sets of footprints George and Sapnap left in their wake, and the trees of a dead forest standing like silent sentries ahead, their branches skeletal and bare. “Really, who are we to decide what they should do with the little time they’re given.”
Sapnap shrugged. “It doesn’t matter what we can see,” he said. “It’s not meant for us.”
George widened his eyes exaggeratedly at him. “Why, Sapnap,” he gasped. “Are you, perhaps, sympathizing with the mere mortals you detest so much?”
“It’s not sympathy,” Sapnap scoffed. “It’s just the way things are. There’s things only we can understand, and things only they can.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah.” Sapnap gnawed absently on his lower lip before adding, “I mean, we’d never understand death, not the way they do.”
George tilted his head to consider him in the silver moonlight. “We can still die.”
“But it’s not a certainty for us. Not a promise. More like… a suggestion.”
“Fair enough.” George pulled his cloak tighter around him as the temperature dropped lower. The landscape was pure white, glittering like a sea of diamonds. Nothing marred its perfect surface except the two sets of footprints George and Sapnap left in their wake, and the trees of a dead forest standing like silent sentries ahead, their branches skeletal and bare. “Really, who are we to decide what they should do with the little time they’re given.”
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