The only time I feel "sorry" for a dragon is when I kill it RIGHT after it had just been resurrected by Alduin. That has got to sting. Dead for hundreds of years, "OMG, I'M ALIVE AGAIN! Oh my god, Skyrim is still so beautiful. This is the world I remember. Oh, how I have missed it so." Then I come in - Fus Ro-dead dragon.
That's pretty much it.
I like fighting dragons. They are one of the hardest beasts to kill in Skyrim. I want that challenge. And it's no secret that I am Dovakhiin. Odavhiing said the dragons knew who I was and what I could do. So if they are cocky enough to want to fight me to the death, bring it on. I'll gladly reward their arrogance with my blade in their throats.
But I'm no bloodthristy killer. Would I entertain the idea of peace-talks with the dragons? Of course! For one, there is no way in HELL that I am going to
. Hell.No. And if one
can change the very nature of dragonkind, then it stands to reason that the other dragons can. If they want to live in peace, they are more than happy to. If they need a translator, for our language into dragon language, I know just the guy living atop the Throat of the World. Surpass the urges of your dragonblood if you want peace. If not, you can die a glorious death at my hand. The choice is theirs. Those who seek peace may have it; those who seek destruction shall receive it tenfold from the watchful protector of Skyrim, ME.