Otter Creek boredom

The boy seemed curious, but on very specific subjects. Sheogorath was surprised he asked about this specific subject. There was potential in there, though, as the boy was clearly a scout by heart, much like Cicero (though, unfortunately for the boy, not so much Sheogorath). "Hmm," he murmured, "Probably more lands, just like these. Perhaps exactly like these, even. Exact copies of both of us, having this same conversation across the ocean." It was a weird thought, but it was not altogether impossible.

Yet Sheogorath realised it was exactly the sort of thing Cicero'd say and he could not help but wonder — thoughts that had often gone on the other way around — if he was only pretending to be Cicero or if he was losing his grip on his counterpart and that he'd resurface soon. "Or perhaps there's just nothing. Who will tell." He sounded more curt then, as if he didn't like the subject, when in fact he didn't like the way his mind was twisting.