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he hated to show himself so weakly. he did not like the cut of laurel's voice in the air. and yet mahler heeded it all the same. he licked the drying blood from his ashamed jaws and stood, unsteadily at first and then with firmer footing.
indicating that he would follow laurel where she led, lie down where she bid. the weakness had begun to consume him in more lasting ways, and not for the first time did he feel the hard glut of fear in his throat.
"it has been happening for a long vhile," he said at last, hoarsely. to be honest was harmful. to resist was moreso.