And yet Dovahkiin-- [ He had heard it so much: It is the only word he pronounces correctly every time. ] --is not my truth. It is yet another's. A title given to me, not the name of my being.

[ It is something he thinks of, while time passes by. ]

I don't have a name to define me so easily. And your kind is faulty as well: Never living fool does not suit you, Niall.

[ And yet none of these are the actual point, and Alain takes his time in coming to it. Because he has never responded to any of these prophecies aloud, because he has never stated one way or another what he believes. And yet.

And yet. ]

The Dragonborn is to fight Alduin and save Tamriel, is he not? I cannot just choose to sit idly by. It is yet another choice that...

[ Has been taken from me. His expression fills with something close to mourning. ]

...That I do not have.