The Sentinels a' caoineadh

akavir was there. arric was there. the creek was there.
but the man did not know blossom, which to lestan meant his daughter was not there.
he shut his eyes, and inhaled, and tried to find whatever core of strength inside himself. "i have t-to make it t-there. eventually."
his heart raced; he ached; he thrummed with sickening energy and coursing weakness. "i'm" 

— subject #977

"— l-lestan. what's y-your name? d-don't think y-you ever g-gave it?" the mayfair offered in a parody of hunour.