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

stag's response was open, direct, mature. mahler was reminded again of the young man's birth, and now here that child stood, upon the precipice of manhood. unsure how he might he propelled into the world. "stag," mahler began softly, turning away too late to veil the glitter of deeply felt emotions, "vhen you are young, the only duty you have is to yourself." 
"that seems selfish, i know. but if you never decide to put yourself first, if you never experience vhat that is, then you vill live forever vondering after it." not takiyok nor the gargoyle nor little phaedra could bind him here forever; mahler wanted badly for stag to not do as he had done. time was expansive. time was easily filled. but the memories one carried to the grave would be the sum of the individual.