After a while Findekáno stirs. 

Maitimo stops singing. "You okay?"

"That crossed a line, Maitimo."

"Yes, I realize that. Are you okay."

Sigh. "Yeah. I was right, you know."

"You made yourself right by blowing everything up, you could have just not done that and then I would have been right."

"I find it really - unattractive - the thing where you blame other people in situations where they had no reason to do what you wanted and you held all the cards."

"Is this a typical conversation."

"Pretty much. Sometimes I'm not this angry with him. Sometimes he listens."

"Great."

"I was gonna fix it."

"I know you were."

"So why'd you -"

Sigh. "Cor would you rather I'd have lied to you?"

"No."

"There you go, then."

"Will you tell him that we need to kill Melkor."

"I didn't mean to call that into question."

"You didn't. I want Ranary out of the way."

"I need more than one mage. Not even for leverage, because this might kill him. We can send Ranary away if we can have a couple Elf mages."

"Fuck you."

Maitimo sighs.

"If you want to solve the stated problem I can help you with that. If you want to inexorably sink your hooks ever deeper the answer is fuck you."

"I want a couple Elf mages. I'm willing to swear to use them responsibly."

"Do you think I'm stupid?"