Noctisardor Bypass talking to the moon

Her voice like a barb it pierced his soul. She was the one he wanted to see least of all. He could have loved Anselm from afar. Never anything to be done. They could have existed well in the hollow. And then her child and then her and he felt sick at the jealousy and the grotesque anger.

And he hated himself for what he was about to do. Because this had not been the plan. He was not over Anselm. He still hated Heda even if it was undeserved. And yet he loved her as much as he hated her and it made his stomach churn.

I will search fir 'er, 'eda. You will be unable to care for 'er if 'er is sick. And if 'er do bite you, an' 'er is sick, den dey kids do not 'ave either mutter. So no. Dis time you must listen to me. Please.

He sighed. I will need go back to de coast and tell my family w'ere I be goin'. Dey will worry and we don't need dem comin''ere again.