Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5320677-20140826123031/@comment-5583506-20140831224547

"So, when the scientists demanded that we would go to war with 'the Guild' we refused", said Shabhira. "We didn't want to be slaves and we didn't want to kill. And I believe that was the moment I first fell in love." She stroke his cheek. "You were the one to lead our uprising, Da'Shanji. You were the leader of our revolt."

Gatz felt himself overwhelmed by all this information. He hadn't been born, he had probably grown up inside a tube. He had been part of a project to create an army of biologically engineered Khajjits in order to destroy the Guild. And he had been the leader of the new race's rebellion against their created purpose.

She kissed him. "You were so brave, Da'Shanji. When the scientists called for security and ordered them to start the extermination of our kind, you called out to them. You ordered them to surrender their weapons or you would personally kill every last of them." She smiled. "This one is glad you made the right choice in the end, my brother. You killed the lead scientist. It only took his death to make the other personnel realise what would happen if they followed his orders further. They all surrendered, lowered their guns and abandoned the facility to us. For us to live in. A home for The Obsidian Children, the name of our supposed-to-be-army."

Gatz couldn't speak. It was almost as if he had gone mute. But he slowly, but surely remembered everything. He remembered the moment they released him from his tube, he remembered his first training sessions with firearms and blades, he remembered the uprising and the moment they all realised that they were free.

Shabhira embraced him. "And now you are here. With Shabhira again. Your sister, your lover. We were so happy back then." Her smile faded. "For a while..."

Gatz finally gained the ability to speak. "W-what happened?"

She hushed him. "It's all forgiven, Da'Shanji. Shabhira forgives you. You only need to forgive yourself."

"This... this one remembers that you shoot him?"

She nodded. "That Khajiit did. And she would do it again."

"Why?"

He could feel tears tracing down her cheek and onto his face. "You really don't remember do you? Bare with this one. Please, my love. It is not a pleasant story and to be honest, Shabhira is not all that sure of how you will react to it. You might feel remorse, you might even feel suicidal, or", she added, "you could even try to finish what you started. But this one will tell you either way. Shabira believes the moment of truth has come..."