*lifts his broken arm to steady his gun hand with a hand on his wrist, swinging the weapon in the direction of your voice (and those eyes, at once human and other-worldly)* *forces his own eyes to focus on you, and though your form is strange to him, this is what he waited for, after all—this is what he hoped to banish from Gondolin*
*actually nods, thinking that the title, at least, is something you probably imagine you understand* *will not allow you that privilege, however*
*softly* Forsaken.
*pulls the trigger several times in rapid succession, winging a prayer to Eru that the gun will still fire*