It was suddenly so clear. The Dremora Lord, would never stop. It would never leave her, and it would never hurt her, never shout at her, or get drunk and hit her, or say it was too busy to spend time with her. It would always be there. And it would die, to protect her. Of all the would-be companions who came and went over the years, this thing, this Daedra, was the only one who measured up. In an insane world, it was the sanest choice.
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