Hushed Willows Sacrifice, he just wants to help; holds the world like a baby

Everyone burned eventually. Bodies were only tinder waiting for a spark; he knew this, he had seen it — was plagued now by visions of the world burning in perpetuity.

My mother spoke of gods sometimes. They were a varied bunch. The daedra were always important to Maegi and Hypnos had tried to keep them in his mind, his heart; but he had been very young when the Hollow was gutted, and the family splintered.

He was looking at Reverie as she shined, his eyes traveling to follow licks of flame that flickered from her. Are they friends of yours? The little gods.