【生肉搬运】Shrike伯劳鸟 第三章 英语原文(28)

George would turn that moment over and over and over again in the long years that followed: how Dream had said that final word, and how it had sealed their fates; how George had heard Sapnap’s sharp intake of breath, as if he’d been struck, and how George had felt the same; how he suddenly realized how little he truly knew, how he suddenly remembered how small he’d felt standing under the stained glass window of an empty church; how easy it was for everything else to fall away, distrust turning into a fierce loyalty as he remembered Sapnap’s words, from half a hundred years ago, whispering back to him like a late echo, you have a thing for lonely little animals; how Dream, in that moment, with his knees in the water and his face seemingly unguarded, seemed like the loneliest of them all. George would try, desperately, to make the moment make sense, to reconcile the chaos in his head with what he said next.

“Go on,” George said.
Dream tilted his head to the side as he considered George. “We gods have to stick together, don’t you think so? I meant what I said. I’d help you win a war, if that’s what it will take.”