Blackfeather Woods we could be immortals

Sheogorath was surprised to find out that Miraak was a lot like Damien, in ways; to think that the right of the strongest was the only right. He wondered if by that logic he would ever be dark master, but perhaps. If he had wished it so. Here was enough for him, but preferrably with a master that was a little more influenceable than Nemesis. If it ever came to it, he would use poisons to make sure it was not a battle he could lose.

"I am curious to find out who will win that fight," Sheogorath admitted. Not very Cicero-esque, perhaps, for surely he would hold out for his brother to win it all. But it wasn't like any of these blind idiots knew of Cicero's love for his brother, anyway. They'd soon come to realise that Sheo was the better version; he'd make sure of it. Hopefully while there was still a pack and a brotherhood to influence and rule.