Noctisardor Bypass laufen

"you have lived a longer life than most boys your age," mahler commented, a colorless statement only filled with the nuance of their relationship. astraeus was son of the gargoyle, son of the mountains and noctisardor. 
but he was also child to agana, and mahler felt he might sense the now slipped-away lines of the woman in the wildwood boy. perhaps it was her steady hand which guided the confident river of words. and it was a deepened voice which spoke.
"vintersbane is too successful at vhat he has rendered. and sometimes pity is vhat you must use to reform yourself."
but he was looking openly upon his son now, observing the lines of the scar and how it had hushed the light beyond only just so.
"you have seen the sort of thing i did not until my second year."