[There exists something in a whisper. A harsh and wretched intonation of an emotion none would expect: a sharp confession of fear, a complete rejection from a mortal regarding his end.
For that is what it would be, is it not? That the instant one steps within Sovngarde, he is--
The dragon understands. Nehnahlmey exists as immortal. He cannot know the fear of his own end, but he understands perfectly.]
Then live.
[The words come as quiet. Absolute.]
Zu lost tinvaak. [I have spoken. Once before.] You are what you make of yourself. Go do what you most desire. Work to live, Alain.
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For that is what it would be, is it not? That the instant one steps within Sovngarde, he is--
The dragon understands. Nehnahlmey exists as immortal. He cannot know the fear of his own end, but he understands perfectly.]
Then live.
[The words come as quiet. Absolute.]
Zu lost tinvaak. [I have spoken. Once before.] You are what you make of yourself. Go do what you most desire. Work to live, Alain.