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It was difficult to listen to Mahler after his suggestion. Even thinking about it filled Wylla with so much disgust and disappointment she wanted to turn from him, turn from Diaspora and leave all of it behind. That was too impulsive even for her, but she didn't want him in her sight and had to pointedly look away from him to calm the queasy churning of her stomach. Almost nothing was as horrible to her as the choice he gave her; as if he believed she was capable of it!

He was scrambling to explain himself, reassuring her that he loved her, but Wylla didn't want his reassurances. She wanted him to show it, and so far, she was convinced what he said didn't match what was in his heart. I'm not happy! was her outburst. I like you, Mahler, but I wasn't in my right mind. I didn't want it like this, I don't want to be part of your damn harem! I want a proper family! But she hadn't really considered the consequences; she'd let instinct grip her too tightly and now it was happening and she wasn't prepared and it wasn't how she wanted it.

But to think I would kill them just because I wanted things to be different? What the fuck is wrong with you?! Unborn or not, it was all the same to Wylla. She would never hurt a child. She wouldn't even have been able to harm one of Caiaphas' children; the threat she'd made so long ago on the beach was an empty one. She wouldn't have been able to kill Tiercel if Durnehviir commanded it, even though she'd offered. It was the one thing Wylla's moral compass would never point south on. Tiercel was the best damn thing that ever happened to me and the guy who got me pregnant with her practically raped me, she shrieked. That wasn't really what happened but seeing as she'd attacked Raptor right afterward and still had a lot of animosity for him, it might as well have been.

Even if you didn't love me and I didn't love you I would never harm them like that, she fiercely declared. At least he acknowledged that his suggestion was a terrible one. She looked up to find him in the snow with hurt written across his face and she deflated, only a little. Just because I'm not pleased with the circumstances doesn't mean I don't want them, she said, still harsh but softened a little by his expression. Or you.