He's a sweet kid and she should maybe ask if he's okay. But he looks fine.
"Good luck," she says, and disappears in a puff of smoke.
He's a sweet kid and she should maybe ask if he's okay. But he looks fine.
"Good luck," she says, and disappears in a puff of smoke.
"A few days after I met you I realized I'd been wrong about something really important. I'd - hurt people and I hadn't needed to, because I'd thought that - being willing to hurt people went hand-in-hand with being willing to get done the sort of things I needed to be able to get done, that they were the same skill, that you could be a good and soft person or a dangerous and cruel one. It, uh, was less obviously stupid in context, I hadn't met anyone else who could match me at 'dangerous' without compromising at all on anything else."
"You have a lot of unique skills. That was the one that, uh, I hadn't even realized I could have."
Lean. "The civil war - I killed Findekáno's parents. I had to, there was no way to do it without that. I think he agreed, actually - but you can understand things you can't forgive - I needed him. He would have left. So I kept him, I made him swear to stay."
"I did tell you it was horrible. I can explain my reasoning in more detail if you're curious but it's, uh, really not the important thing."
"People were dying on my orders all the time, or worse, the stakes couldn't have been higher and it wasn't ever going to change and I was shit at this job, I wasn't ready for it - I don't think anyone could have been ready for it - and there was one thing that had been right in Valinor and it was gone but I could sleep at night as long as I had the facsimile."
"Can't use him to hurt other people, mostly, or obviously anything that damaged the war effort. If you want to deoath him I expect he'd want that."
Nod. "He can go once I'm done, if he wants." - not really a question, although there is a token upward inflection.