Sleepy Fox Hollow you did not break me

"mmm," came mahler's completely verbose reply, as he gathered into his mind ketzia's careful words and pondered them a long series of moments. he must he sure of his response, and so picked his own rebuttal as cleanly as he might. the little goddess deserved such, and mahler enjoyed their conversation.
"it does not matter vhat she calls herself, vhat matters is that by bonding with a leader, i ensure that the blood of diaspora there vould be protected. queen, alpha, general," and here he paused to snort self-deprecatingly, "i do not consider the chosen title."
it was foolhardy to place one's worth in verbalizations alone, he had come to know. such important events should be cemented in blood, and in this case, children. only then would the noble edicts of hydra be truly respectable to mahler.