[A city littered with embers and flames is the opposite of a tiring sight to Alduin; though this human body of his is tempted to flinch at the smoke, tempted to allow fear to wash over him much like it has with many others, the World-Eater in him finds it all very novel. Not-so-strangely satisfying.

It's an odd feeling, being torn between base instinct and welcome familiarity.]

[He tilts his head slightly at him.]

This dragon is of my own kind, and yet it is not. I am not familiar with its silhouette in the sky, just as I am not familiar with its history. Though I see no reason why such a proud creature would fall upon deceit when destruction is what it clearly seeks.