I have eight weeks to work on them. They might insist that I be very far away with a knife to my throat and the Silmaril in yet a third location but they'll let him sing.

...

I think I'd actually find that quite relaxing.

...what, because you could assume that it or something equivalent was really happening?

Yes. And the worst they'd do is kill me.

I never asked you to do anything like that because it'd have made you miserable and it's only slightly better than nothing.

Thanks.

I'll ask Findekáno once we have more time together, if it's still morbidly appealing. I think it'd bother him less.

You'd know better than I.

He gave me his knife. When you asked, when I'd first been released...

I was reading less into it than that.

No, I just meant - did he hesitate? Did he choose that moment to talk about how upsetting the whole situation was?

No. Just pulled it out and handed it over.

...Aw.

If I actually really need something from him and there is no way that talking about it or emoting about it will make it better, he will do what's needed and sing about it later. It's a trait that I don't see often, though perhaps you have to know someone very well.

It's a good trait.

My father has it too.

I don't think I've heard him sing. Should I just assume that all Quendi sing?

No, he wouldn't sing, he'd invent something that if he'd had it in time would have made the situation avoidable. But he can sing quite well if he wants to.

Nod.

That's good then.

You okay? I really can stop discussing these things with you if they upset you.