(His death is but one part of it. The torture he endured at the hands of Morgoth was perhaps worse. At least it had lasted much longer and those foul creations of his had used fire on him.
Maedhros can't meet Tony's gaze, ashamed and disturbed.)
I don't know what you would do. There was little he could do except direct me.
(He can guess that the offer is for alcohol and he smiles regretfully.)
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Maedhros can't meet Tony's gaze, ashamed and disturbed.)
I don't know what you would do. There was little he could do except direct me.
(He can guess that the offer is for alcohol and he smiles regretfully.)
It would be wasted on me.