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mahler wished he knew the words that flitted through laurel's mind.
he had heard her hiss and on some level had recognized that it was not meant for him. something tormented the woman. he wished that his embraces were not a promise of more; he would have offered one now, even as riddled with blood and sickness as we was now. he wished suddenly to die, to spare wylla any more vacillation on his behalf. the children were older and would soon disperse; sequoia would go her own way; he only thought of little abel and indra now;
and choked a sob and eventually found himself weeping, because he wished that it was as simple as laurel commanded. but he did not know how to fix himself —
"speak anything to me. now. and plainly."
perhaps it was forcible; he too wanted the closure before the end, and he looked into her face so she saw the truth of it in his wet stoneflower gaze.