Sawtooth Spire when i've always been distant, and i've always told lies for love

Mahler, for all of his frankness, had a way of framing words so that their meaning was transparent. Stag took his assessment in stride: it was both true, and it was surprising -- but the more he thought of it, the more he realized that Mahler's comment had awoken an epiphany in him he had not known was close to budding.

"What do I do when that time comes?" Stag asked wide-eyed, feeling a strange brand of terror; he was not a wandering man in that way - he loved his home and he loved his people, but he also was feeling like the walls were coming closer and closer every day. How could one describe a total paradox? "How do I make sure that in doing what I need to do for me, it isn't the death of my duty to others? How do you decide?"