There's a long pause, as he sits and breathes in the scent of his tea, eyes on Maglor but still somewhere far away.
"Sometimes your hands are forced," he says, quietly, and puts the tea down. "Sometimes you don't fully realise the weight of your actions and by the time you do it's too late."
An unspoken question: Which one were you?
Sometimes he isn't sure. Sometimes he'd like to think his hands were forced. That in the end he had no other option. Sometimes ... Well, a very few times he has thought with no thread of doubt that the universe would be a better place without someone, and he's willing to carry that burden, but those people never seemed to regret a thing in the end either.
It tends to be rather complicated.
Still. Every now and then, you have exhausted the time to do anything else.
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"Sometimes your hands are forced," he says, quietly, and puts the tea down. "Sometimes you don't fully realise the weight of your actions and by the time you do it's too late."
An unspoken question: Which one were you?
Sometimes he isn't sure. Sometimes he'd like to think his hands were forced. That in the end he had no other option. Sometimes ... Well, a very few times he has thought with no thread of doubt that the universe would be a better place without someone, and he's willing to carry that burden, but those people never seemed to regret a thing in the end either.
It tends to be rather complicated.
Still. Every now and then, you have exhausted the time to do anything else.