Why is Anders speaking at him (certainly not with him) as if he were on trial? The dead stick around in Tamriel, either as benevolent spirits who can't pass into Aetherius, or entities summoned. And, of course, there's always the undead, either necromancer into existence, or punished with undeath for a crime committed during their lifetimes.

"There are easier ways to become the Emperor of Tamriel than pretending to be Uriel's bastard, two centuries dead," he answers, hurt tinging his words. "I never knew my father. He didn't acknowledge my existence until his last moments, and that was to saddle me with the responsibility of his empire. There isn't much else he could offer me to tempt me." Acknowledgment.

Martin stands, re-fluffing the pillow his back squished. "Forgive me, I...don't want to speak of this any longer."