【战锤40k同人作品翻译】Ennui 第十️二章：呼吸 Breath(5)
I wasn’t even certain what I had wanted. I knew that Alessandra needed clothes, but human physiognomy was bulky and odd to me, and any one of the drab sacks they draped their bodies in looked similar to any other. I had reckoned that perhaps she would find something to wear in the personal effects of the female who lived her before but this was not how I’d wanted it to go.
“…Septime Ulyssanna, Mikasa Maer, Zenova Thrace.”
Leaning on the door, I sighed and crossed my arms over my chest as I listened to her intone the names of the dead. Perhaps pretending to be asleep as she wandered these quarters had been a mistake, so long as she was distracted by my presence she wasn't thinking of the events that resulted from her coming to this world.
Every name she spoke aloud carried with it an echo of pain that road a sick, tarry wave which I could hardly stomach. Never before had I considered the flavor of pain to have a poor taste, at the very least it might have no taste at all, but Alessandra’s pain?
I found I had no liking for it.
Her voice trailed off at the ninth name, and she grew quiet for a moment before picking up the cadence again.
“…Septime Ulyssanna, Mikasa Maer, Zenova Thrace.”
Leaning on the door, I sighed and crossed my arms over my chest as I listened to her intone the names of the dead. Perhaps pretending to be asleep as she wandered these quarters had been a mistake, so long as she was distracted by my presence she wasn't thinking of the events that resulted from her coming to this world.
Every name she spoke aloud carried with it an echo of pain that road a sick, tarry wave which I could hardly stomach. Never before had I considered the flavor of pain to have a poor taste, at the very least it might have no taste at all, but Alessandra’s pain?
I found I had no liking for it.
Her voice trailed off at the ninth name, and she grew quiet for a moment before picking up the cadence again.
佐助知道鸣人得了呼吸症
