Snippet #2682432

It made a great deal of sense, after all Drisela been alive longer, still she found herself asking, "I made the right choice, yet you saw them... they did that... I was horrified to see what became of my people I no longer could live in Nirn. It hurt, it utterly ruined me. I understand what you mean, but Drisela just was there ever a third choice? Did I miss something? I know you mean well and you try so hard to understand my pain... but these people trusted me... Trusted me to make the right decision..." finally her gaze looked up, "I am sorry Drisela it has been too long, of course." she carefully stood up and lay with her beloved in the crypt, "I am happy, I don't want you to think I am not... I would tell you if I was not... just truly one day I hope I can see my race return... If that happens I will be there to drive the Nord out of our land for good. If genocide must be the choice, then it will be."

There was the rage as she traced her hand over the Drisela face before falling upon her lips and kissing deeply with passion. Two major regrets, but not once had she regret taking the deadly kiss.

Not once.