Blackwater Islands Pure intention juxtaposed

perhaps predictably, the hellwrought speaker rebelled against the finality of her words. the listener understood little of the attachments between wolves, but at times such as these she found herself thinking back to that day on the sacred mountain of ursus. she had fought. she had rebelled against the finality of her own loss.

the prophet held carefully the slivers of empathy she found scattered among the diamondscape of her mind as she spoke next. when alduin came to me, in the forest shadowed by the sacred mountain of ursus, i was drawn to him by the whispers of the spirits. they sang to me of him. they said that we were the same, how ignorant she'd been then. i did not truly know what they meant until he came to me again. until you both came to me.

i bear my own curse, and i have learned to find power within it. i have learned to leave my suffering behind. i will see to it that alduin learns as i have, the listener sought her speaker's gaze, her own eyes aflame. and so will you. we will combine our efforts to bring him peace.