He could argue with that. In the past, he most certainly would. Now? There’s no point in doing so. He could have all the right in the world and that still didn’t change a thing. Doesn’t make being deprived of the ones you love less painful.

“I’m sorry to assume that of you.”

So it seems that all that time spent hearing only accusations haven’t left him as unaffected as he would like to believe.
A faint smile crosses his lips as he reaches for the plate.

“Let’s eat then.”

This was then. Past. It will come to haunt them, Feanor is certain of it. But not now. Not yet. He’ll deal with it when it happens.