*keeps his responses clipped, to the point* He took immediate action. I'm sorry it isn't the action you would like. The emotional trauma he sustained previously had no bearing on the choices he made at the Fountain. Erestor is a professional. I trust his snap decisions more than I trust most people's doctoral dissertations and believe me, he is not the sort of man to recover from a fall by taking a nice long trip to convalesce somewhere sunny. Putting him back to work, thus assuring him of my continued trust, was the best thing I could have done for him. The only thing.
*tries to relax in his chair; he knows perfectly well that being tightly wound and defensive isn't going to make you listen any more closely* I know you're just trying to do your job, Doctor Keshav. And what a swell job it is, too. Reach out and touch a pet psychopath. But frankly, you have no idea what you're dealing with in Gothmog. How do you account for the fact that he never tried to exert mental control over me? Quendë or human, I was the only proven threat to him.