"So you have - some bizarre variant mindreading."

"What happened to your siblings?"

"They died. Humans do that. You're really reaching."

"What happened to your cousin - half-cousin -"

"I had far more half cousins than anyone needs."

He turns to look at Cor. " - Mirelótë noticed - we weren't sure what to make of it - strange commonalities between the Noldorin royal family and, well, mine. Same parents. Same seven kids, with - distinct similarities in personality -"

"I didn't meet them all," says Cor levelly, "which one are you?"

"Oldest."

Cor gets up off the floor and turns to leave.

Yeah that's pretty much what he expected.

...Mirelótë hesitates, then goes after him.

"Awww, did I mess things up for you?"

"I think - no, actually. I think someone else did. - if you'll excuse me I'm going to -"

"Spy on them?"

 - sigh. "Talk to Abadar."

"Cor?"

"Yeah?"

"- will you talk to me? I want to know more about what's going on -"

"Who's your Maitimo to you?"

"I'm a friend of the family. I've known him since he was a baby."

"Well, if the thing you want to talk about is 'oh, he would never' -"

"The new one admitted in so many words from her own lips to having murdered twenty-five billion people! I don't think you're going to top that! They're obviously not identical."

He sighs. "I don't know what-all their magic does, here. It might not be safe. He's - twisty -"

"- did you pick up Quenya?"