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a feminine voice rang out, and captured mahler's attention, causing a brief burst of irritation to blossom in his chest. could she not see that he did not wish disturbance? why did she question him so, this slight pale figure. something in her gaze, perhaps; mahler came to a grudging halt and glanced over one broad shoulder at the shuddering world behind.
"it does not matter vhat it is," the gargoyle muttered, lowering his muzzle to swipe exasperatedly at the blood with a crooked fore-ankle. "it only matters vhat it vill do."
to me, to you —
why had he stayed so long in moonspear with the sun-lashed thrall? not now. mahler felt himself beginning to fray, and swung his heavy head toward the girl. "you have somevhere to go?" he asked brusquely, continuing his plod onward past the girl. she would not stop him, but he would not disallow her from accompanying him back to diaspora.