Arrow Lake atemlos

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"i have been selfish," he murmured as the winterwhite approached, perhaps summoned by his own gloom. she lay alongside him, and mahler closed his eyes, so very thankful for her nearness. stigmata had not been dead so long, and yet the passing of his brother was felt in all of diaspora, in all its hidden places, along its footpaths, along the edges of the sunspire.
so many hearts ached with a singular pain for the silver man, two of which had all but come together once, and again now lay as one. he turned his head upon his paws, facing into the lantern-eyes of takiyok, and sighed. "diaspora needs a kapitän," he murmured into the small space between them.
it was clear what he wished, but the words clung to his tongue like thorns, and so he fell silent. grief was not something to which mahler was accustomed. it robbed him of much control, and only in the presence of those he trusted was he free to show it.