Not long after what I had done, I realized my wronging in my actions. Yes, I had done a job. Yes, I had earlier saved the world. But... I couldn't understand this... I had... I had killed the emperor, for the Dark Brotherhood. Dammit, I had never really regretted anything I had done before, but now... I didn't really know. Would the guard in Tamriel hunt me down, like some kind of animal? Or... I could try to do something else. I could travel to Cyrodiil, take over charge and.. I could become the new emperor. I mean, the old family Septim had been Dragonborn, hadn't they? Which had ended the Oblivion crisis? Or was it any truth to what the Thalmor said, that they were the ones behind ending the Oblivion crisis? I don't really know. I turned around to my faithful companion.
"What do we do now?" she asked. I rose, brushing away some dust and blood from my armor. I didn't reply at first, I stared blankly at my dagger. Astrid was dead, the emperor was dead... Alduin, the World Eater was gone... There was a new threat now, that I saw, and it was a political issue. Who was going to rule Tamriel now? I had heard that the Empire had won the battle of Skyrim. Ulfric was dead, as he should be. I looked my companion in her eyes.
"We go for payment and kill the holder of the contract," I said and walked out of the cabin.