"There's nothing we can do about that now, Fendros." Ahnasha answered. "Barring something like an Elder Scroll, we can't do anything about time. We can't change the past. What we can do is change what's going to happen. Let's just take it one step at a time. We can talk to your mother and try to convince her to accept you and me, then maybe see if we can do the same with your brother. We can worry about making up for things later."

Stepping back over to Fendros, Ahnasha took his hands in hers. "Just don't try to trick yourself into thinking you had a choice in what happened. You were attacked, and there was only one real way to protect your family. It wasn't fair, but it was what fate decided for you. That feral destroyed the life you had, but now you can try to make the best of the life it gave you. Come on, let's go see if we can find her."

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Meesei shook her head. "Oh no, your role in all of this would be minor. What I mean to say is that we, in general, have to succeed against Vile. He and his followers have the intention and means to easily kill any and every one of our kind in Tamriel. They developed a weapon; a gas that, when breathed, rends our souls from our bodies and sends them straight to their lord. There are only few, limited ways to resist that, and we have not found the antidote. They can expose themselves to it with no effects, so they can use it liberally against us. We no longer have the option to fight them conventionally, so we need every advantage we can find. What I would need you to do here, on a basic level, is to help keep an eye on the city. Perhaps serve as a representative for any of us looking to make other connections in the area, perhaps pass on messages or perform other tasks of that nature. Regardless of whether or not whether you want to have any contact with other lycans again, you may want to consider your own family's safety. Hiding may not be sufficient forever when the enemy has a weapon that affects only us."