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[castintoflames]

Who: Maedhros & YOU
Broadcast: Fleet-Wide.
Action: Open to HS Marsiva.
When: Morning.

(Marsiva's hospitality cannot erase what Maedhros has endured. He is dressed cleanly and his hair is braided neatly and away from his face. Even his burns have been healed with minimal scarring. But there is something untamed in his eyes.

Something that burns like a hungry, desperate fire.)

...why? (His low voice resonates clearly, cutting through the air with ease. He needn't ever shout.) Surely these quarters are not located within the Halls of Mandos?

(He feels life flowing within him and it is wrong. Lifting his only fist, he hits the nearest wall, clenching his teeth.)

Do not trap my fëa. Arda is safer with me dead.

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[faithfulwisdom]

If you think that your brothers would not miss you- [And then, more pointedly:]- that Maglor would not, you far more foolish than I ever took you to be.

He will be glad to see you, you know. [Finrod still doesn't know all that happened, but he knows that. He's certain of it.] I am as well.

[castintoflames]

(His gaze is flat.) He has reason - more than most - to be angry with me. I abandoned him.

(There is no reasoning given. Maedhros will not defend himself.)

I will not say I am sorry to see you, cousin.

[faithfulwisdom]

I know it is a choice you would not have made lightly. [No judgement. Not yet, at least- not until he knows more.]

I have been missed, then, I take it? [Yes, he knows, if that wasn't plain enough already. You don't have to dance around it.]

[castintoflames]

I cannot recall making it at all. (Madness consumes. It does not allow for rational thought or decisions. For him, there was pain - agony - and the sensation of burning both in and out of the flames.)

More than I can put into words.

[faithfulwisdom]

Cousin... [There are a great many unasked questions on the tip of his tongue. What has happened to you, cousin? What would make you leave the brother closest to you?]

There is much that I would ask, but I sense the grief is still too fresh. When you are ready, we will speak on it. In the meantime, I hope you will come and see me aboard the Bishop as soon as you are able to leave the Marsiva.

[castintoflames]

(He is welcome to ask. Maedhros will not deny him answers. His guilt and shame are...far too great. Hiding what he has done is cowardly. He will not allow himself to be cowardly again.)

I shall, but - Know that I do not mind you making inquiries. I do not have the right to hide what I have done or what I let myself become.

[faithfulwisdom]

[That just makes him frown all the more. There is a slight pause.]

I wish to know, but it matters little when. If it is easier for you to speak, speak. If you first require rest, rest. I will be here. [That's half a joke. After all, he can't exactly float away into space now, can he? Of course, he'll be here.]