Broken Boulder It's kinda funny,

mahler wished to take what asra said as a gentle flattery, something to soothe the bruised masculine place of him. but all he could think was that he could not teach, that he could be no teacher. the gargoyle could no more tutor someone in the way of pain than he could wish it upon them.
"it is not positivity that is important," he said instead. 
"it is truth."
a long low breath, one that trailed into a tremor; mahler cleared his throat, adopted the air of a man who has clapped his knees and begun to rise from a visit. "i hope that you find new stories to tell here."