It is not a thing easily done. Your mother managed, somehow. [ But- Maker only knows. She certainly doesn't understand it.

Leave it at this. At speculation, at questions. Be selfish. But oh, his son's eyes and oh, the future is now something he must consider beyond his own life.

how terrible a thing- the words pain him as he speaks them and it sounds it. Like a rasp of blades against bone. ] If you are cured of the taint, all of you- who would stop the next blight?