Again, Do'rhajul shook his head. "To them, I died over twenty years ago. My wife certainly re-married, my daughter grieved and moved on. There is no reason for them to be re-visited by an old ghost."

Finally, Do'rhajul raised up his head and allowed his eyes to meet Sabine's. The fur underneath them was darkened somewhat by tears, and yet he still managed to maintain a firm demeanor. "But you should not care about my own personal tragedies. I am a broken old Khajiit  who lived a lie. Who devoted himself to a snake and became a monster. There is no point in remembering my past. You should burn my body and leave me with no grave, nothing with which to remember me. I would consider it a great mercy if you allow me to be forgotten. Today is your victory. Please, try to drown out the memories of your pain with the knowledge that you shall never experience it again. After over a decade of fighting and toil and effort, you have done it. It's over. It's not just me you have beaten here. Perhaps the most valuable thing I can tell you about Vile's forces right now is that they are, in essence, defeated. They are not dead, nor even too weak to fight, but Vile himself has given up on you. This...my mission to kill the Champion of Hircine, it was the last effort. The last attempt to turn the tide in our favor. Even if it did not defeat you, killing her would mean that Vile would still commit to the fight. But, now that I have failed, there shall be no more war against the lycans. No more attacks on your clans or your people. Some dedicated lycan hunters may still attack you on their own, but they will be acting without Vile's orders, nor his support. The war is over, lycan, and you won."