The Sunspire schweigen

No, I'M sorry

What a pompous ass. Verx rolled his eyes, following Mahler up the trail. Vell how very good for voo, he drawled in ugly mimicry. Glad y'all gave each other multiple orgasms and whatever. Wish you all ze best.

Mistakes had been made. Mistakes would continue to be made. But he'd be damned if he'd let this conversation continue to delay his return to the river, to his children. Any conservation with Aure might as well be fruitless.

Well, I'm gonna go be the father you always wanted me to be, Verx said, a nasty, bitter grin stretching his muzzle. Best of luck with your inner satisfaction and shit. He began to descend, not knowing (or caring) whether Mahler followed.