Ilsabet's Headcanon (Quest Spoilers; Outline in First Post)

Ilsabet

How would I like to be part of a hive mind, with no real responsibilities besides thinking thoughts and dreaming dreams? I could just snooze the years away, while other people handled the world-saving and existential crises and figuring out what to have for lunch every day.

Of course, that would mean entrusting my body to a bunch of ciphers and having no control over what happened to it while I was conked out, which was nerve-wracking enough when it was only for a little while and I knew Bastian would be vigilantly monitoring my caretaker's every move. But apparently plenty of people don't mind that little stipulation, and whatever boons they get must be worth the years of subliminal service.

At least until a serial killer hijacks their bodies because he's decided he's done dreaming, and they never get the chance to wake up. But that hardly ever happens. Maybe that would be my real calling within the hive mind, patrolling the mean streets of Sleepytown and "encouraging" any would-be miscreants to play nice. Not sure how well I'd do at emotional counseling though, in the event a dozing denizen got homesick or started to rethink their contract with Mora. But I'd do my best, probably, assuming lucidity was a thing there.

Or maybe I'd just drift through the Chorus like a leaf on the cognitive breeze, unfettered by notions of doing or being. I wonder what brilliant insights Mora would glean from my uninhibited subconscious. An ongoing litany of life experiences and associated angst, maybe, or any number of pulp fiction adventure serial plots playing out. Hopefully nothing too embarrassing involving musclebound men or being worshipped as the Empress of Tamriel, although if you're going to have your own manharem or become an evil overlord it might as well be in the comfort of an ephemeral dreamscape where you're not really responsible for whatever your brain conjures up.

Might make for some awkward meetings with the Eye afterward, though. Of course I'm sure he's seen weirder...

Ilsabet

For the Knight Who Moves Like the Flash of a Sword

I know not when or where we may meet again

In this life or in realms beyond

Ephemeral your light may have been

But the spark it kindled will never fade