Phoenix Maplewood even when i lose i'm winning

"Oh, it's gotta be tough to be apart from your brother and father," said Sheogorath, frowning. He watched Desna's face, hoping that she would give him some sort of information about her emotional state, so that he knew if there was any chance to his endeavour here working out.

Sheogorath was unprepared for the next question, though he should've been, what with her sharing so much information. "I..." He looked away, frowning, then back at Desna. "They died — my parents. My sister, she was never the same again and left, too, and my brother..." Sheogorath closed his eyes and sighed. "I loved my brother, but he didn't return the gesture. It was too much to bear to see his gaze and think of my parents and my sister every day, so I just sort of... left." Sheogorath figured he may as well use Cicero's more-than-need-be dramaticisms in real life to form a fake story. The more real, the more convincing he could tell it. He wrinkled his nose and sniffled while he muttered: "I wish they were still here, together with me... If I knew where my sister was, I..." He sighed, cutting off his sentence and he glanced at the sky. This'd gotten more dramatic than intended, but all he could hope was that it would unlock some sort of emotion for Desna's own lost brother and father (though he had little hope that she would actually come voluntarily in the end).