Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20131201140639/@comment-12599067-20131208161642

Makoru swallowed. Everything that could've gone wrong had gone wrong, and he failed to see why he should stay any longer. He only gave a nod.

Makoru: "Then I suppose I'll find my way to High Rock. I'm sorry I couldn't be everything I was expected to be."

He sighed and walked for the exit, then turned midstep and faced Torene.

Makoru: "Ghede says hello."

With those words of wisdom, Makoru trudged out of the Cistern and gradually made his way out of the Ratway, taking in the night air. He stared up at the moon, but no happy memories came to him this time. He swore he could see the face of his brother upon the moon, and he could hear faraway laughter. Sithis may not be in Tamriel anymore, but part of Makoru knew that Sithis was laughing at him, somewhere beyond death. Makoru shook his head and walked for the gates, the night swallowing him up and shrouding his path. Whatever new path awaited him, he would be ready. He had to be.

(Shall we end it there?)