Selection #1: Sarulndil, after losing everything but his beloved Dragonborn.
- Saru: Oh… Darling. You’re here. We need to talk. I can’t go on like this… It’s all my fault. It’s always been my fault. I’ve gotten everyone I love killed, nearly including you. It’s only a matter of time until you… I’m cursed. I’m… I’m going to turn myself in to the Thalmor.
- P: We can fix this, love.
- Saru: Fix this?! How? Unless you can turn back time, there is no way. Maybe not even then. I manipulated you into destroying a city full of innocent people. Our children are dead. Our sister is dead. Just like my brother and my mother and my father. It is too much.
- P (Friends with Taurecalmo): I have a friend who’s working on time travel. An expert on temporal magic and Dwemer tech. Stay with me and we can try.
- Saru: The exiled prince… I am no expert in any of that. If he is, you’ll be able to save me, too. But I know what must be done. To buy you the time to try.
- P: And it will be even worse if we let Naeduin and Mehrunes Dagon continue their war.
- Saru: One broken mer is not going to change the tide of that battle by fighting it. You are… Beyond incredible. The things you have accomplished… And if I do nothing, they will come to kill the both of us. And Nirn will have no savior. My death will clear your name so you can do what you do best.
- P: You didn’t manipulate me. Naeduin manipulated the both of us.
- Saru: I… Fine. But I certainly didn’t stop to think why she might want you involved. It nearly killed you… It’s not the first time I’ve been used and manipulated. In life, I am a liability. In death, I can shield you.
- P (Katja was Vateshran): Katja always said Lord Dagon gave us tests to make us stronger.
- Saru: His test killed her! It stole your soul! It broke me! He is a cruel god, like Molag Bal and Mara! There are no gods we can trust. They are all evil. I finally understand why Talos was allowed to join their ranks. He was a killer and conqueror. Just like the rest of them.
- P (Friends with Taurecalmo): I have a friend who’s working on time travel. An expert on temporal magic and Dwemer tech. Stay with me and we can try.
- Saru: Fix this?! How? Unless you can turn back time, there is no way. Maybe not even then. I manipulated you into destroying a city full of innocent people. Our children are dead. Our sister is dead. Just like my brother and my mother and my father. It is too much.
- P: Don’t give up on yourself. Please. I love you.
- Saru: I’m sorry. It’s too late for me. You deserve better than someone who destroyed your family, who will inevitably destroy you. And I deserve… The coldest corner of Oblivion.
- P: What? Why? What good will that do?
- Saru: I will be able to clear your name. And then they will execute me. This torment will finally be over.
- P: Naeduin’s still out there. I need you by my side when we kill her.
- Saru: Sweetheart, I’m not thinking straight. I’m no use to you in a fight like that. I have commanded enough men and mer to know that having a soldier who craves their own death is only a liability. You’ll need more strength than I ever had to give. Lerelius and Nenmaire will help you, I’m sure.
- P: Don’t you dare leave me like this.
- Saru: And how else should I leave? The Jarrin root extract in my pocket? Fast and silent in your arms? Leaving you to clean up this mess and clear your name by yourself?
- P: Katja would want us to take revenge. To survive. To find happiness again.
- Saru: I am not that strong. The best I can do is to clear your name and to ensure my soul does not wind up in the Deadlands as another obstacle to you.
- P: But they’ll have you killed!
- Saru: That’s… Exactly the point… It’s what I deserve. And done that way, I can clear your name and ensure I do not spend eternity in the Deadlands.
- P: Where will you go?
- Saru: The Shivering Isles. The Hill of Suicides. That’s what this is. Suicide by Thalmor executioner’s axe.
- P: You’re wrong.
- Saru: Of course I am! I’ve been wrong about nearly everything in my entire miserable life! I’m sorry… Please. Let me go.
- P: Who cares what we deserve? What is it you want?
- Saru: I want to die. In my greatest dreams, I would be free from Mehrunes Dagon as well, and you would find happiness and victory on an intact Nirn.
- P: Where will you go?
- Saru: That’s… Exactly the point… It’s what I deserve. And done that way, I can clear your name and ensure I do not spend eternity in the Deadlands.
- P: We can fix this, love.
Selection #2: A confrontation with Taurecalmo about his history with Tsashi and her less than honest brother, Za’sava.
- P: No. Za’sava sent me. It’s about what you did to Tsashi.
- Taurecalmo: I said it before, and I will say it again. Going to the Shivering Isles was her idea and her choice. I even advised her against it, and have done nothing but try to help her recover from the damage that was done there in the time since. I understand that he is upset about what happened, as am I, but that tragedy isn’t about us. It’s Tsashi’s tragedy, not ours. He has no right to grieve a sister who still lives. It only hurts her.