Blackfeather Woods we could be immortals

Sheogorath smirked, for he would never be one to turn away from a good blood sport — but he did wonder what it would bring for the pack's future. He echoed this sentiment in his words: "Only if there are enough left to still have anything to hold power over." He was not so sure why there needed to be fought over anything now, anyway; Nemesis was in charge, and what would happen if Damien were to return? Who knew what the future would bring them. It felt to him like if Nemesis' and Potema's children wished to fight over anything at this moment, it was only over a fictional thing that did not even exist. But it wasn't like he'd be the one to talk them out of it.

Sheogorath did think that Damien would try and get Miraak and Cicero by his side. The question was, would it be enough, and another: would he succeed in getting their help? Sheogorath wasn't so sure whose side Miraak was really on, for he seemed like an impartial sentinel at the moment. Sheogorath curiously looked at Miraak and wondered aloud, "And will you be by his side when he asks it? Or will you let him fight it out, too?" He grinned, wondering if things were really as neutral as Miraak said them to be — if he would really give the children an equal chance and, in case of his nephew, were things the same, then, or were they suddenly different?