Falls of the Hinterlands It's the last midnight

It’s clear the man is a hard sell, but the hellhound doesn’t plan on him buying it. He will come, or he won’t. This is Alduin’s attempt at snatching up his straying soul.

And his soul, he will take.

Arashi asks a question, The lot of them have left me for dead. How can I know you won’t do the same?

Alduin drops his gaze to the skull his face hover next to. He stares into its lifeless eye sockets…

How can he know Alduin won’t do the same?

The damned lifts his head, gazes back calmly, yet without a shred of emotion in his eyes. 

“How can I leave you if we’re both already dead?” He asks back in question.

He makes it seem like such a simple thing — Alduin died long ago. There’s no saving him. He’s fucked. His soul has already been contracted out — he’s forever a slave to the voice inside his head. The skull he took months retrieving proves it.

Arashi is no different. Whatever happened to him has killed him too. Alduin wants him to accept it as he’s already done.

And so the question stands: How can two dead men leave one another? They can’t, they’re already buried, there’s nowhere to go.