He was gone. Just like that. Gone. She stood, staring at the enormous statue of Akatosh, a tear tracing down the side of her face. She had fought tooth and nail to protect him, to keep him alive so he could become emperor only for him to sacrifice his life in an act of heroic bravery to save the world. She should be rejoicing, cheering and laughing. Mehrunes Dagon was defeated. He was gone. The portals to Oblivion obliterated. But the loss of her friend burned through her chest like an arrow dipped in acid. So she stood as a gentle rain began to fall from the sky, putting out the fires which had erupted across the Temple District of the Imperial City, soaking her through to the bone. The soft grey clouds were like velvety blankets over Cyrodiil, protecting it from… whatever else would threaten her future. The doors to the Temple of the One burst open and the High Chancellor rushed into the ruins. Still she stared at the statue, which stood directly where he had stood, its head tilted up in an endless and silent roar of… triumph? Pain? Sadness? She couldn't tell. She didn't care. She could barely feel anything at all. One little question floated through her mind. 'How can he be gone?' It didn't seem possible. That she'd never see his gentle smile again. It wasn't possible. It wasn't right. No…
No…
No…