#divine shadows

Sunder, Keening, Wraithguard.  The crystal and bronze I remembered.  The thing Dagoth — Voryn? — had tried to warn us about.  The Heart of Lorkhan, Kagrenac’s Tools, and a god being constructed by the Dwemer deep beneath Red Mountain.   Even though the memories were piecemeal at best, I could still remember all of that.  But there was something else about the text.  Something felt… off.

So much hate for the ones we love

Tell me we both matter, don’t we?

So I’ve latched hard onto the relationship between Nerevar/Talise and Voryn.

By the time they meet again, they’re not the same people as they were during the Battle of Red Mountain, and not just because they both look miles different than they used to.  They’re so caught up in the trappings of the personas they fill in the eyes of the Dunmer people, and in the anger over what happened or has happened since, but deep down I honestly believe they both still care.  And that’s heartbreaking.

"I have a potion," he began. "In theory, it should cure corprus."

"In theory," I echoed.

He shrugged. "It doesn't work, and would probably kill you if you tried it. It's killed all my test subjects." Then he looked back at me with a cold smile and said, "But you have nothing to lose, do you?"

“I think it’s about time you actually told me what’s going on here, Cosades.”

With a wheezing, coughing laugh, he said, "Even as my Master wills, you shall come to him. In his flesh and of his flesh."