Moonlight and roses

Sitri looked at both femmes and spoke softly Sitri is outrunning shadows that froth and gape at him at night. It was the only way he could dare to speak about his memories and his dreams, for the want to sound less crazy. It was no fault of his own that his mind had lost it's longevity long ago, that he was broken and not whole. He feared sometimes that if he were to ever find a love that it would break him further and that his children if there were any on his fate would be as crazy as he and his mother, thought compared to her he was not as crazy at least.

Sitri does not think you should be out at night to femme's. he stuttered on the last word still trying to make sure to keep his words together and refined to an extent.