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Alduin listened, yes, but there was still doubt clinging onto Arashi. The boy would say he was sincere, but he still did not take it seriously. He continued to not take the hound seriously, which would later leave him rotting in a pit he couldn't climb out of.

So that is what you choose to believe? Tell me, then: if, the other day, you would have died — what would the entirety of your life have meant? Nothing? Wrong.


From what I can gather of your recent mannerism, you crave to kill and for the purpose of this "Listener". You are her puppet, and she is your master. The recent time of your life has been spent doing her biding. You have been growing to know war, blood, chaos; and nothing but. That is the definition of your life. That is what your life has meant. See the difference, or must I elaborate more? Lesson number two.

There was only a brief pause before Arashi continued; hardly enough time was given to reply. Alduin could not answer. Not yet. He needed to hear it all.

The only reason you continue to tell yourself that a life means nothing is so that you will feel nothing when you take it. Is it that knowing a life had purpose would haunt you once you've stripped away the soul it clings to? Do you fear to know who and why you have killed? Is it just better to see a blank figure, to then dismember?

Let that sink in. His mind crooned, pupils dilating as they searched. He watched for any hint of reaction or hesitation that could have insinuated what of it he said was true.