Noctisardor Bypass He'd never upset you, never forget you

Etienne had not noticed scent markers near. Had wrongly assumed that anyone and everyone would just not care if he came or he went.

The sound of approaching pawsteps let him know. Someone was coming. Then the scent of crushed pine, and open air and the musky scent that was truly Anselm hit him like a truck. His knees almost buckled.

But then the words found his ears and something tight in his chest grew hard and snapped. A gasp left him and he turned. Golden eyes ablaze with the injustices of giving and giving and getting nothing back.

=Ou ti gason dyab. Ou enjis, mechan san lanmou

He took a shuddering breath. W'y does it matter. I am 'ere for a job, all of you 'ave made dat very clear. I am 'ere to keep all of you alive and 'ealthy. I am 'ere to raise your babies and keep your lover alive. Dat is w'y I am 'ere. So w'y does it matter w'ere I am and wut i be doin' no one cares!

i am so sorry.