War mattered more than propriety in his case. And he had been unable to save him. Maedhros thinks that they may never meet again for surely his brave cousin has ventured to better, brighter lands.

"You could ask me to fight for you and I might." he knows that is a different matter, yet he is the sort that will act as a shield for those who need him, "I see. That cannot be an easy power to accept."

Maedhros winces and he pales. "You are not to blame. My body is...as it was...before I leapt."