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Re: Fire and Potions - 86/?

[(Anonymous)]

“I could steal your voice,” Radac said thoughtfully, ignoring him. “However, I have a recent opening for a new Spymaster. You could accept that the Thalmor are good for our society and forget crusading for the lesser races. Return to Alinor with me. Free from exile,” he added, watching Therion’s expression become alert before turning swiftly skeptical. “You were happy with me, once,” Radac added, reaching out to touch his face.

"I was as happy as I was loyal,” Therion replied, avoiding his hand. “You get drunk on power, Radac. Nasty habit.”

“Ah, yes. And remind me again how many organizations and plots you are the very center of?” Radac asked knowingly.

“That's different. Being the center of plots is my hobby. Like painting. Or learning the language of a race of flying, fire-breathing lizards brought back from the dead by the harbinger of the apocalypse. Of the three, I'm significantly better at one than the others. And it's not painting.”

Radac stared at him in open curiosity.

“What in Oblivion have you been doing in this godsforsaken country?”

“To be honest?’ he asked, his bare chest shivering. “Freezing to death, mostly. You just had to choose Skyrim to start your scheme, didn’t you? You couldn’t have chosen a warmer climate like Hammerfell or Elsweyr?”

“You agreed at the time - Skyrim is the backbone of the Empire. The Markarth Incident was absolutely inspired, thank you for that,” he said, smirking at Therion’s glare of loathing. “And you haven’t given my proposal a yes or a no.”

“What, returning to Alinor? With you?” Therion laughed, not taking him seriously. “You just said I was too dangerous. Now you want to hire me back with a raise?”

“I didn’t say there wasn’t a price,” Radac replied, quirking an eyebrow. “Seeing you again… I didn’t realize how lonely life would be, with you in exile. I am alone. I spent entire months without speaking, just to see what would happen,” he said with a sigh. “As you said, everyone fears me. This, is probably the only direct conversation I’ve had in years,” he finished, glancing at the Thalmor soldiers standing out of earshot, the squad flinching under his gaze.

Therion gave him a frigid look.

“If you’re waiting for me to be sympathetic, you have me confused for that lobotomized version of myself you kept enslaved by alchemy for five hellish years. You’re a genocidal lunatic, Radac. You should suffer for your crimes, but you’re immune to pain. You deserve to die, but you’re immortal. If you’re looking to me of all people for comfort, know that I take great joy in your misery,” Therion replied fervently.

After a long pause, Radac nodded.

“Ah, but it’s not a question of how much you hate me, but how badly you miss Alinor. How much you want to see home, just one last time. How many times has the thought crossed your mind?”

He saw Therion’s jaw tick.

“You told me once Alinor was the one thing you truly loved. That you would do anything for our country. How much you must have hated me, when I exiled you,” he said with a sad laugh. “But the only alternative was a death sentence and that, was not an option. I could never kill you, Thrynn.”

“Really? You’re doing a great job of it at the moment,” he replied nodding toward Silgahrot. “Slow and painful.”

“I won’t take your soul. But I need your dragon souls. You won’t agree with the method, but you’re going to ensure the future of our race.”

Therion said nothing, glaring intently.

“Like it or not, the Nords will soon be a memory. The question is, how do you want to spend the rest of your life, once they’re gone? I’ll destroy the rest of the races of men in good order - I have nothing but time on my side, as you well know. You could be there, helping me shape our peoples’ destiny. Or you could spend the rest of your life alone, never again to see the crystal spires of your home. Watching your friends age and die. I don’t recommend it - it takes a heavy toll.”