Dawnlark Plains it'll pass. always does

"somethin' wrong with all of us, sadey," colt rumbled. he spat a stream of brown juice into the snow and watched the buzzard-boy circle. "lotta me in 'im, yew kin see it." his teeth ground together. "yew kin see what a curse it is."
he'd been the cause of indra's — well. she weren't dead. colt knew death, knew it like a stabbing in his heart. he hadn't felt it. 
no; firmly.
colt snorted but it was not in humour. "we're all gonna burn together, sadey. not yet. but together."
his blood-red eyes were still watching marston.