Elu's a decent person. I can imagine being the sort of person who was loyal to him. That might be the main edge I have over you, it's much easier for me to imagine being undying loyal to a wide variety of people you'd instantly size up as not worth that.

The closest I come to that trick is imagining that people are entirely justified in thinking themselves in the right by the expedient of pretending they said something with better implications. I leaned on that hard when it started sounding like they were going to try to trap me in Doriath. Surely they couldn't have sounded like that because they meant it, you see, that would be thinking too little of them.

No, it's - I'm Elu's, why is that true, why do I feel that way and how do I react to that and if the only thing I care about in the world is making him his best self, what kind of person do I end up being. It's not thinking better of them, it's assuming you've chosen them anyway.

- wouldn't fit in my head the way I have it set up.

Yes, that's what I thought.

Oh well.

You seem to get along alright without it.

I make do. I'm rather underequipped for the job it seems like Odin was raising me for, though...

Want help?

Maybe.

I think my father's planning to spend a couple centuries just learning everything he can get his hands on, though he promised me he'd get me teleportation first.

Once I've got interdimensionality you can have mine, possibly unless the oath's still in force at the time and it would make something Silmaril-related really awkward.

The most appealing aspect is actually the indelibility - that no one could take it away from me, that I could not ever under any circumstances be conscious and a prisoner -

- that, mine might not do if you're relying on an eidetic necklace, but there's probably some less extricable eidetic memory solution somewhere to be had.

Father promised he'd find me one after the war. Unprompted, actually. I said that I liked the idea of teleportation and he pieced together the rest.

All right.

It's nice even having it to look forward to.

Shall we head back?

If you're done.

The Oath does steadily get worse with time.

She pops them to the ground, debirds them, pops them back to Doriath.

He wishes her good luck with her research.

And she goes back in the hole.

Uninterrupted.