Shadow Mountain Night Cafe for lonely cynics

how could one be broken away from he who had earned respect? mahler did not understand sarah's wording here, but in his usual way, did not seek clarification. it would be put aside, and in a quiet moment he would pull the concept forth and mull over it. 
the she-wolf spoke again; dire words, but there was a truth to them that the gargoyle could not refute. "i vould prefer to die in the mountains," he agreed. one among them, at very least, held mahler between heart and heartstring.
"i have no children. perhaps next year, i vill have them, if only to lament me,"  he muttered dryly, though his lilac eyes glinted with a fine humour in her direction.