The Tangle breathe

alarian's voice, sweetsmoke that tugged him into a standstill. for a long moment he stood with the line of his back turned upon the sylph; he dared not look into the other's face, for fear the melding edges of him would fracture.
she was going to leave
an ugly talisman of a mental chant.
slowly he turned his muzzle to look back, the stone lilac of his eyes more implacable than before. "you should not have saved me. i have done nothing vith the life you gave but cause hurt. it is a vorthless existence, and you vould do vell to keep your distance."