Noctisardor Bypass ich muss dir sagen

It was quite possible that blurting out what he needed to say was best for both of them, because Wylla went instantly on the defensive when he asked if she would speak with him. The last time he asked that, he proceeded to blame her for someone else's drama stirring and poor behaviour. Nothing good ever came out of having any kind of serious talk with Mahler. Why should today be any different?

But after several beats of debating whether she should give him a healthy dose of his own medicine by just walking away from him, like he often had to her, Wylla relented. It happened with a sigh and visible defeated sagging of her figure, like she was exhausted of running this circuit with him time and time and time again. If she had never met Mahler, if he had never come to Grimnismal, would her life be better now, or worse?

Some good had come out of all this, namely Phaedra and Thade, but what pain might she have avoided?

What? she asked lowly, gravelly, fully expecting yet another lecture on how she should live her life and why she should grovel to those who never bothered to give anything to her in return.