I don't know how he does that.
How does he know how I feel and what I want?
I look to his silver eyes, I look deep. I seek the answers, but none is to be found.
We are not poetic people, but I wonder... What brings us together?
Farkas and me, best friends, Shield-siblings, lovers, spouses?
Maybe Mara, the Goddess of Love, truly brought us together – as the priest said.
Maybe she, when I was to be Dragonborn, created a way for me to find my eternal love in this threatened world.
When I was hesitating to open the doors of Jorrvaskr, maybe it was Mara who opened them for me.
Or, as Farkas once whispered to me, maybe it was Hircine. Hircine, the Deadric Prince of Beasts and the Wilds, the Father of the Manbeasts. Hircine, who wants us to be hunting mates after death takes us. To play forever in his Hunting Grounds, forever stalking the preys he summons for us and feasting on the twisted illusions of the quarry.
But, as I spoke before, we are not poetic people, and these reasons don't satisfy my wondering curiosity.
But, suddenly, as Farkas blinks and his eyes open again, I see reality.
It was us.
Our search for kinship brought us together, not some cheesy Goddess, nor the Wild Prince.
At some point, both of were lonely. Seeking for somebody, anybody, to listen – to stay with us.
And, strangely enough, we found each other when we least thought so.
Farkas took my face in his hands. He was confused by my deep-thought stare.
"It was us!" I chuckle, and as he becomes more confused, laughter comes from my throat and I am unable to hush it down.
He doesn't know why, but he starts to laugh with me.