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kierkegaard. mahler would have stumbled had he not bitten the inside of his jaw to spark awareness of his almost-misstep with a bloom of pain. it was the first word in the tongue of his past he had heard since arriving in the teekon; in silence he pondered this. the pale brute was as opposed to rambling as was mahler himself; in time, the sable man let tension ebb from his shoulders and kept his eyes from their desire to appraise the pale man with a deeper look.
in answer to the question held in the ghost's piercing eyes, mahler gave a small smile that faded from his lips quickly, climbing into his expression and lighting his somber features with some small amusement. "fische sind besser," testing the aged warrior and his name against the guttural memory of a language mahler found himself hoping was shared between them.