everyone knows the dovahkiin is cool as fuck, but who knows what he's thinking? Who knows why he crushes dragons? And why do we think about him as fondly as we think of the mythical (non-existent?) Necromancer Manimarco? Perchance.
I believe it was Uriel septim III who said "experience without theory is blind, but theory without experience is mere intellectual play." The dovahkiin exhibits experience by crushing drags all day, but exhibits theory by stating "FUS ROH DAH!" Keep it up baby!. When the dovahkiin leaves his place of safety to suck a dragy, he knows that he may die. And yet for a man who can purchase lives with money, a life becomes a mere store of value. A tax that can be paid for, much as a rich imperial feels any law with a fine is a price. We think of the dovahkiin as a hero but he's simply a one percenter of a more privileged variety of the life kind. Perchance.
