Greatwater Lake Empty chairs at empty tables

The conversation dipped into a lull. Ganon sighed, his choices coming back. His thoughts really. Everything that he was mulling on flooded back into his active consciousness. 

I don't know where she is. My mother I mean. He began. He wasn't sure why he was telling her this. Perhaps... It was because he had just met her and she wasn't related to him. She wasn't a great person. She was honestly shitty if I'm being honest. But she was my mother. That's enough right? He made himself smile, but a pit of sadness had formed in his chest and was sinking him down, dragging him somewhere.

Cicero was dead. Miraak was dead. Mother was gone. He looked away, suddenly embarrassed. Whatever outpouring had begun was suddenly stemmed. He couldn't. I'm sorry. I don't know why I'm telling you this.