【生肉搬运】Shrike伯劳鸟 第三章 英语原文(17)
“Do you really think that?” George said. “That you have to be great, or nothing?”
Sapnap shrugged. “I mean, that’s what we’re doing, aren’t we? We’re being great.”
“Until I go,” George whispered, the church walls carrying his confession to Sapnap. “Until I sleep again. And then I’ll be forgotten. Is that it?”
Sapnap stared unblinking at George for a long moment, his expression unreadable. And then he said, “Are you planning on going soon?”
The truth caught in George’s throat.
Sapnap watched him struggle with it, something like disappointment flashing in his eyes. “You’ve never grown roots of your own, have you?”
The smoke of a burning forest, clinging to George wherever we went. “Can you blame me?” he croaked.
“I’m not blaming you,” Sapnap said, and George thought maybe he meant it. “I’m not some starry-eyed idiot, George. I know this won’t last.” He swung his feet back on the ground, his boots thudding dully against the marble floor. He stood and made his way over to George, so they were standing shoulder-to-shoulder in front of the windows. They watched the snow pound against the stained glass, and it was the closest they would ever come to a shared worship. “You’ll go your way, and I’ll go mine, and maybe, if we’re lucky, we’ll see each other once or twice before some random fuck gets a lucky hit on us and the curtains fall. Maybe even by then, you’ll already have a name for mourning.”
Sapnap shrugged. “I mean, that’s what we’re doing, aren’t we? We’re being great.”
“Until I go,” George whispered, the church walls carrying his confession to Sapnap. “Until I sleep again. And then I’ll be forgotten. Is that it?”
Sapnap stared unblinking at George for a long moment, his expression unreadable. And then he said, “Are you planning on going soon?”
The truth caught in George’s throat.
Sapnap watched him struggle with it, something like disappointment flashing in his eyes. “You’ve never grown roots of your own, have you?”
The smoke of a burning forest, clinging to George wherever we went. “Can you blame me?” he croaked.
“I’m not blaming you,” Sapnap said, and George thought maybe he meant it. “I’m not some starry-eyed idiot, George. I know this won’t last.” He swung his feet back on the ground, his boots thudding dully against the marble floor. He stood and made his way over to George, so they were standing shoulder-to-shoulder in front of the windows. They watched the snow pound against the stained glass, and it was the closest they would ever come to a shared worship. “You’ll go your way, and I’ll go mine, and maybe, if we’re lucky, we’ll see each other once or twice before some random fuck gets a lucky hit on us and the curtains fall. Maybe even by then, you’ll already have a name for mourning.”
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