Noctisardor Bypass i hope i never get sober

mahler would have taken the next moments to extoll some virtue of sequoia's, or perhaps talk of the children.
she instead seized the breath from his throat, left him mired in a coughing fit, with his gaze falling sharply from her. and once he had silenced himself, mahler felt the irritation depart. in its wake, there was only a swift sadness.
"i have hurt vylla many times," he said softly. "if she reacts poorly to children, especially those who may be mine if not in blood, it is because i promised her ... othervise."
he supposed it was no different this time.
a sad sack. a sad smile came to his features. "and if i am sad it is because i have done it to myself."