"I remember, but...but what about father?" Kaleeth asked, shifting the subject towards what she was most concerned about. "He won't stop chasing, he will find out. Your things, you left them behind. You...you should get them, stop him from finding them. I don't want him to know. He will...I not know what he will do. But I am a monster, a terrible monster. I am a failure, I should not have talked to the Daedra, I should have just let myself die. What if father tries to kill me to stop my pain, or kill you for helping to cause it? I don't want him to find out, please help keep it secret."

Kaleeth's desperation was obvious.She was scared, confused, an just wanted some semblance of normality back in her life. Her father was the focal point of her concerns, and the most likely person to either cause her the most pain, or bring her the most relief. In her mind, everything that had happened was her fault. She wished she would have followed her father's advice, but now, it seemed like she was going to be forced away from her family, regardless of what she wanted. Whether that would be through self imposed exile, or her own death, she did not know, and oddly enough, she did not seem to care. With all she had done and what she had become, she almost felt that she deserved death.