*really angry now (how could anyone believe such a thing?)(the tattered remains of our relationship are none of your business)* When wasn't I? I was there every day! Every. Single. Day. If I couldn't see him, I brought him things. I left him notes. *recalling his meeting with Salgant and what he was doing before you phoned* I'm still doing everything I can to... Do you have any idea how it killed me to leave him there for strangers to take care of him?
he says he's getting better
*automatically wrapping his free arm around himself defensively against the pang he feels at your words (he's doing better without me)(he wants to leave Gondolin)* Maybe he is getting better. Now that I've stopped visiting. He told me he didn't want me there.