Lion Head Mesa she is lonely most of the time

The look on Jakoul's face could have shattered her heart. Her eyes, too, overflowed with tears as she tried to answer the simple question: Why?

I— Don't know. But she did. But how to explain it?

Maegi swallowed. It's Sheogorath. The madman god of my family's tradition. He overcame me one day, maybe a year ago, and nothing has been the same since.

"So you've finally accepted your fate."

I have headaches, she continued, pushing past his mocking voice. And nausea. Horrible dreams. Seizures, Jakoul—I've never had those before. And all the time, his voice in my head. Laughing,

Laughing

He put pestilence in my womb, Maegi burst out, nearly choking on the words. The babies, the worst of my family's line. . . And Mou is dead, and I tried to die too, but he's keeping me alive and I don't know why, I don't know why—

Her words came faster and faster, more desperate, more slurred. She felt a fit coming on and fought it, trying to fix her attention on Jakoul through whatever semblance of vision she had left between the tears and her pounding skull.

I don't know what he wants—but I know I can't survive this. I can barely go on.

The admission left her feeling small, weak, pathetic.

She gulped down rising bile and stared at her friend, eyes wide and streaming.