"Do not say never." there could be one in this world with the ability to hear his Song. Maedhros wants to look for them - carefully, of course. He knows he can look intimidating.

And for good reason. The Oath... The Silmarils... They have made him hard and scarred.

He also understands - now - why he likely succumbed to the fire.

"..." the words won't form and he stares at the scars, paling. Rejection? After all they had done, they are...unworthy?