Noctisardor Bypass Do you like it when I'm away?

mahler wanted to leave this scene of ignominy. more often than not, he returned to himself with a crippling sense of guilt for previous actions. it was starting to dawn within him again, the pointed need to be alone, to reflect upon the root of how he had greeted mateo with such ire.
and even in this analysis, he could not shake the concept of der mensch als bedrohung.
"this is @Ciri, my daughter," he said solemnly, though again the lilac stare sparked with affection. blundering, perhaps; he would know in the following seconds. "vould you like a tour or vould you like to see rivenvood for yourself?" he asked, such a change from the lift of teeth scant minutes ago.