AEanna's hand tightened on Erica's shoulder and twisted her around so that they were face to face.
"Then make a place for yourself!" She hissed fiercely. "No one simply has a place where they are destined to fit in, no matter what they do! If I had thought as you do no, then I would have died in the wastes of Skyrim, as some forgotten refugee with no future! Or in Rome, where it would have been easy to turn myself over to Dromaeus, or Four, and let them stab me in the hart and burn my body! But I did not, and now I am the Archmage of the College of Winterhold! Your friends are working hard to save you, Erica. To give you the opportunity to carve out your own niche. Please, please do not simply resign yourself to oblivion."