"Because I am dark," he said, "because I have done things she would disapparove of. Because I have killed without mercy those who would .. deserve my pity and my kindness." Though the monster who had raped and murdered his sister deserved none of those things. He wondered briefly with Nyara would have thought of him and Turgon's judgment that day.
He shivered a little and leaned back into his mother, wrapping his arms around her for comfort. Though he was nearly twenty-five hundred years old he did not mind being a child in the moment. He loved his mother and found comfort in her embrace, her presence. How he'd missed her!
"She is patient. But she loses hope some days and I do not know how to ease her. I am hurting her! I see it in her though she does her best to be otherwise. Has father left Mandos yet? How will you be rejoined with him, do you know? How will it feel after all he has been through?"