Vilkas sat in the small room in the Bee and Barb in Riften. Making sure that his companion was asleep in the next room over, he opened her journal once more and picked up where he left off.
I don't know where I am. Well I'm in an inn but I have no idea exactly where. I don't really care either. I'm starting to think about what it would be like if I just dropped off the face of the earth? Nazir can take care of the Brotherhood, Karliah can take over the guild, and as for the Companions. Well for the Companions I'm sure Vilkas would be MORE than happy to take over leadership. I'm almost content here. Almost being the keyword, it's been a week since Alduin and it's killing me now. I've always been the Dragonborn, now it feels like there's nothing left for me to come back to. I will never forget the words of the beast before I slaughtered him. The Ancient Nord Heroes had to break me out of my stupor; otherwise I would have been high to the Hunting Grounds by now. I don't think anyone will come looking for me, even if they do they can't find me if I don't know where I am can they.
Laiyana Shieldwolf
Vilkas could have recoiled in shock but refrained from doing so. It was no secret that he had never been the Harbingers biggest supporter but even he had a strike of panic when she hadn't returned from her battle with the fierce dragon. He sighed, not wanting to read anymore, and tucked the book into his armor before going to rest.
L POV
Laiyana sat in her room at the Bee and Barb, she gazed at her feet as she wrapped her arms around her tunic covered legs. Her vision blurred as the teas that so often sang her to sleep, came once again.
"You've gone in, disrupted their lives. If not for you, Astrid and the others would be alive. If not for you, the guild would still have trust within themselves. If not for you, Kodlak would still be alive. I pity you Dragonborn. I really do. Slay me if you must, but know that you are no better than me. How many have you killed? Shall we compare numbers? How many innocents have you taken the lives of? Think of that Dragonborn, before you slay me. Think of that."
Alduin's words rang in her head, it was true. A self-loathing had taken place after he poisoned her with his words. She had been distracted for only a moment afterwards, but that was all the beast needed. The scar on her face reminded her of his words and the price she paid for her distracting upon hearing them. She shut her eyes tightly as she waited for the tears to squeeze out. She sighed shakily before burying her head in the straw mattress and crying herself to sleep again.