Otatso Wetlands You can break me if that's what you want

When commanded to, his eyes drew up towards him. Miraak matched the boy's wavering gaze levelly, listening once more to him speak. It pained his heart to hear others, strangers, speak of her so highly. It only reminded him time and time again that she was gone, that he could never speak with her again. She was his moral lifeline in his adolesence, his advisor and mentor in his adult years. And now? A dream. He felt that no one could match her in...anything. He shook his head, talking more for himself than the boy now. She has gone to the Void. We cannot bring her back; none of us have that strength and I doubt she would want to leave, The tales of the Void seemed more welcoming to Mephala and Sithis' followers than it did to those dragged into it. What it truly held was unknown to him, for now. I cannot be her, not for you, not for anyone. I never was her. He sighed, I do not know why you have left, but that was your choice. Whether or not you can return will not matter to Meldresi; you can still serve her outside of her Woods. I can bet that was her intention anyway, Meldresi was never the kind to simply let things stay stagnant. She was bound to send her followers out into the world, eventually. Perhaps this was meant to be. He was no Dark Brother, but he was raised in the cult. He could still serve.