Noctisardor Bypass teil vier

mahler discovered very humorlessly that he still did not understand what wylla wanted. not in language he could understand. she had told him over and again, he had begged her over and again, and now they stood here once more together.
he knew it to be his own failing, one he had made over and over, until it seemed as though he would never end its cycle. it began to appear to the gargoyle as though there were but a single way to do so, but he was not prepared now to think on that.
wylla was leaving.
her mention of phaedra sharpened his eyes with a hard hurt that only slightly dissipated when wylla said she would return. and yet he knew he had no right to feel an upset with her decision.
how ugly of the gargoyle to even consider revealing now what was happening.
wylla turned and began to step away.
he wanted to tell her he loved her, and the words would echo with nothing. but he would have said them.
mahler swallowed the metallic thrumming in his throat. if words came now, they might only come to show the crimson smeared upon his teeth.
it ended all the suppositions and wanting syllables coming together upon his tongue. mahler simply did not want wylla to know. and for that he had no reason, except that before she had seemed to find some comfort here, and he would have broken it with his announcement.
turning her to his own malady, as always.
and now it felt as though it would be a snare set for her departing feet; come back, come back — i will not forever exist.
when mahler looked up it was to stiffly rise and watch the tense line of her retreating back, swishing tongue over his jaws.
"i do not blame you. i do not trust sequoia more, and i hope that vhen you return, you find rivenvood more changed, vylla," the man said all the same, pitching his voice to carry before he moved off in the opposite direction, unwilling to speak again lest he leave another aspect in shambles.