Whitefish River into your heart, into your soul

in league with shadows, a shadow himself — it is all the same thing, just masquerading as a difference, as far as ingram cares, or could even, see it.

he remembers alduin spewing hateful, jealous words at him; at the silence ingram clung too in the months before sithis. it has given me everything. he rasps, for it his truth, at least.

in truth, it was all home. found confidence that borderlines arrogance; but he was willing to give all of the credit to sithis and the void.

at first, perhaps. ingram admits. she introduced me to the daedra princes, and he'd zeroed in on the dreadfather with unparalleled obsession. the rest was wholly my own decisions.