Sawtooth Spire unglücksfall

mahler listened, and found that he did not agree. but nor did he know if gracious answered with all of her truthfulness while holding some things back. there was no reason to disbelieve her, the gargoyle supposed, and pondered her delicate ash-grey features for a brief moment as they both stopped.
vhat i have accomplished came at so great a price i cannot describe it," mahler answered softly, keenly. "having children, having many children, is not the sum of vone's life. i found that out in a harsh vay." open now, the muscles of his heart laid open for her perusal, an uncommon thing from a man so driven by solitude.
"and sometimes i vonder at how much less hurt i could have kept from sagtannet had i remained childless. but what does a man know?" mahler inquired, lavender stare dipping toward the churned earth. "i know nothing of vhat a mother's heart must feel, only that it hurts. you accomplish more by existing than by giving birth," he swallowed bitterly, ashamed of his bile.