"I know that feeling," he said kindly, "where decades are.. centuries. Millenniums. But you get through them, what other choice do you have?" To die? To suffer. Those were options, yes, but never ones to give into if one could help it. As a being who had existed on the verge of despair for a long while, Turgon knew well the desire to give into hopelessness. But one must fight against it with strength.
"As for my cousin? Aye," he said with a subtle nod of his head, "he has suffered much. But he has done many things and so.. be careful with him. He has a chance for peace if only he'd take it. But do not push him hard else he will push back and the result may be disastrous. He is fierce of spirit, mind and cold of heart when he must be."