Sleepy Fox Hollow Hang up my heart, let it air out

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"takiyok," and here his voice blossomed with warm affection, a spring rose unfurling from beneath snowmelt. "ve are equals in this. please do not be sorry for how you feel." despite the fact that the words felt thick and odd upon his tongue, that he had not truly taken them to heart, mahler wished to impress his support upon the winterwhite. if diaspora was to survive, there could not be enmity between them.
"ve are strong," he murmured in agreement, though he thought immediately of those that had been lost in the past months. perhaps their little band would make it through the snows at any rate. hope must be had, and if not hope, then the coldness of pragmatism. 
mahler would not allow his patriotism for the ideals of diaspora be the death of any of its children — he would rather they exist in bondage than not at all.