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He talked too much. It brought on yet another pang of longing for Mou, who'd barely spoken at all. Occasionally it had frustrated her, not being able to draw words from her husband. Now, though, she'd trade all of Gucci's words for even a heartbeat of awkward silence with her beloved.

And at the mention of religion, her ears flattened. No, she answered sharply, some semblance of life touching her eyes. I'm already damned for doing this; my gods will not be on display for all of Akashingo.

"Good girl. Fight him."

Plan it however you want, Maegi said. I don't care.

She was being cruel, so, so cruel to this little man who had done nothing but love and support her. But what else was there to do? She was tired, and loathsome, and felt herself undeserving of good things—a feeling that only grew as Sheogorath wound his way around her mind and heart, tightening like a vise.