Noctisardor Bypass i hope i never get sober

suddenly sequoia was reassuring him, and he was listening, and he was lamenting that so many women should seek at once to comfort him. and he, poisonous in his own willful acceptance. he felt rather as if he was beginning to take life from those around him, a sobering concept that trained him upright beneath the young woman's wise words.
she could not hope to know all the details. and he could not tell the contours of them without feeling as if he had exposed wylla.
he would not do it.
"she should not. i myself have not been forthcoming. i did not expect that she vould ever come back," he said, directly.
mahler looked at sequoia. "there is a great history between us. and i believe this to be my last home. i vill not be leaving it. but i am not a great mediator, or one at all."