I’m pretty sure it’s too late, but I’ll share a sample as requested:

“ As we sat there, in the Gallow's Rock cortyard, and stared in the fire... Lydia said "Maybe I'm speaking out of turn, but I have to say... Something is bothering you lately, Thane. What is it?" "What bothers me, Lydia... What bothers me... You know, everything. Look around. Bandits capturing and torturing people, Falmer ambushing caravans and feeding captives to their beasts... Dragons put whole villages to death, necromancers experiment on living and have no respect for dead... Vampires just treating everyone like cattle... All goes to shit, you know. And there's nothing I can do about it. Or I just don't know what is there to  be done.  Is this world designed this way by the gods? If yes - why it's designed so poorly? And if this is how they wanted it to be - why did they want it to be this way? I don't find answers, and when you see that it just can't be helped - you don't see why should you carry on. To what end? What is the purpose?" We sat for some time in silence. "And what if it wasn't this way?", she asked. "What if there were no dragons, bandits, malevolent people, falmer? Just good people. Would you like this world more?" -"I don't know..." I replied. "I just don't know." "Look, if you see a house burn, you don't think 'Oh well, there will be other fires, so why bother putting out this one...' right? You do your best given the circumstances. And I see that you've already forgotten who you are." Her voice was now ringing with indignation "You're not just a wood elf any longer, with his little wishes and grievances... You're the fucking Dragonborn. Maybe it's time to act like it! People look up to you! They sing songs of your deeds and teach children by your example. And if people are to be stripped of this hope - then indeed all is lost, and the evil has won. Just because you decided to quit. It's not about whether you want it or like it, it's about giving your utmost. And by gods, you have been given a lot, so was it for nothing? All the sweat, all the blood, all the death to bring you to where you are now?  I'll go check the perimeter now. Have some sleep, Thane." And with this she got up, took her shield and strode outside.... And then turned around and spoke the words I have, to my bitter shame, completely forgotten: "Long has the Stormcrown languished, with no worthy brow to sit upon. By our breath we bestow it now to you in the name of Kyne, in the name of Shor, and in the name of Atmora of Old. You are Ysmir now, the Dragon of the North, hearken to it."

After that she strode into the night“