Lion Head Mesa she's imperfect, but she tries

That's fine, Maegi said without feeling. It didn't matter—she'd rather be dead than in this scenario. It was worth a shot to seek remedy, and if it didn't work, she'd kill herself.

Or them. That was always an option. To dash their heads against stone. . .

She swallowed. What poison will you give me? she asked, more from curiosity than worry. She'd dabbled enough in her life to have fear take a backseat. And this was no time for fear. Only resolve.

"The seed of Sheogorath is stronger than you think."

And the roots ran deep.

She would yank them out, one by one.