[ For all that his logic believes Maglor entirely, reactionary doubt settles in his stomach and budges not an inch. For not the first time he thinks this, this is how Sauron truly broke him. Not with the horrors he endured, nor the weakness he maintained after the fact in his mental and physical well being. Nor even with the weaknesses inflicted on his honor. To not trust his loved ones entirely? That at once seemed to him entirely foreign and wholly apt.
What of his loyalty? What of his faith in his kin? Sauron truly had poisoned him with such a blow to his character, and with that he must live until his end. Which, it seemed, was not coming as quickly as he had hoped. ]
Then who?
[ Maedhros hesitates, considers for a moment before he lowers his hand and shows his burnt and blistered hand to his brother. ]
Ilk of Morgoth or not, that they have taken me from my death has left none of us safe.
no subject
What of his loyalty? What of his faith in his kin? Sauron truly had poisoned him with such a blow to his character, and with that he must live until his end. Which, it seemed, was not coming as quickly as he had hoped. ]
Then who?
[ Maedhros hesitates, considers for a moment before he lowers his hand and shows his burnt and blistered hand to his brother. ]
Ilk of Morgoth or not, that they have taken me from my death has left none of us safe.