【生肉搬运】鸟雀Passerine 第六章（上）(3)

Home. He’d only left a few weeks before, but he could barely conjure it up in his mind. It seemed to him like everything before the war was a vague, unfamiliar relic preserved behind fogged glass. As much as Tubbo pressed against it, he could only see hazy glimpses of what laid behind: a fractured memory of a quiet town, a small house at the outskirts, his family…
He’d left for the war in the middle of the night, with only a hastily-scribbled letter left on his sister’s bedside table to explain where he was going, what he wanted to do. I will protect this kingdom. Protect you. He wondered if she could still recognize him, when he could no longer recognize himself. Wasn’t that what family was for? Weren’t they supposed to know him, even if—especially if—he felt like a stranger in his own body?