“Why won’t you just let her go?”
“Because she’s all I ever had.”
“You twisted the truth to fit your view!”
“I was never given any other side of the story. How can I twist any percived truths, when I was left to create my own… because her truth was none of my bussiness? Let me tell you, warn you if you will. She is a fire and fire consumes anything thrown into it. It can grow the more you give. But it can never give back and it will burn you. You ask why I don’t let go? I am the sea, the ocean. What you give to me I keep, even as it rots. Or it sinks ito oblivion to be forgotten.
What is your element Miraak? What do you connect to? Or have that been taken from you, like so much else? So much that you turn to a flame, even at the risk of it burning you?”
“You were burned…”
“Yes. And the sea keeps what it’s given.”
“Pitiful.“