All that he thought about was the loss of Bulan.

他满脑子想的都是失去布兰。

Yes, those were Bulan's eyes, even if the colour was different.

是的，那是布兰的眼睛，尽管颜色不同。

And now he'd thrown up all over it, ruining the memory of Bulan.

现在他吐得满地都是，毁掉了布兰的记忆。

For once, he felt strong enough to do anything, even beat Bulan in a fight.

这一次，他感觉自己足够强大，可以做任何事情，甚至在战斗中击败布兰。

Bulan's voice rang inside his ears from training: You might as well say what you're about to do, you're so obvious.

耳边响起布兰训练时的声音：你还是说你要做什么吧，你太明显了。

It grabbed the chest plate of Bulan's armour, which was now joined to its own chest, and pulled on it.

它抓住布兰盔甲的胸板，现在它已经和自己的胸口连在一起了，然后用力拉扯。

He didn't do much more than annoy the thing, since its skin was so thick, and it had the added protection of Bulan's armour plates.

他除了惹恼它之外并没有做太多事情，因为它的皮肤太厚了，而且它还有布兰的装甲板的额外保护。

With the last of his strength, Hale walked forward, pulled off one of the gauntlets and placed his hand on the dragon's chest, next to Bulan's beating heart.

黑尔用尽最后的力气向前走去，脱下其中一只手套，将手放在巨龙的胸口上，靠近布兰跳动的心脏。

It had waited months, months where Hale had lived like a dead man, patiently waiting for news of Bulan's return, or at least confirmation of his death.

黑尔已经等了好几个月了，就像死人一样，耐心地等待布兰回来的消息，或者至少是他死亡的确认。

Just as he'd thought, it had somehow joined the plates of Bulan's armour with its body, and one of its claws even shone like a sharp steel blade.

果然如他所想，它不知怎的就将补兰的铠甲与自己的身体连在了一起，其中一只爪子甚至闪烁着锋利的钢刃般的光芒。