Noctisardor Bypass geburtshilfe

"every time i open my mouth, laurel, i say the wrong thing. not only to you. to everyvone. my vords come, and they are hurtful."
he slowly turned round, determined to take the brunt of her eyes now that she had called him back from his cowardice. lavender sought the hazelwood of her own. "i thought my sin against you, laurel, vas that i vould not — take you in those moments. that i turned you avay." his mouth twitched and soured, but mahler did not take his stare from her own.
"i vanted to call you back, but i did not vant to — insinuate that it might yet be me."
"and i thought if i showed you i did not mean to lie, that i meant to be here for your children —" his voice trailed off and away and mahler still did not glance aside.
it felt he scarcely breathed.
he wanted to tell her and yet he did not.
"i do not know how to — make happiness for you, or even vhat vas before. something that is not misery. and it hurts me as a man and it hurts me as your — companion. and so it hurts my vanity, and so you see its root is selfishness."
laurel did not need his company.