You tried to get me back, but I wasn't in there. I wasn't coming back. Killing me was a mercy — a freedom. Most wouldn't be able to do it, and I would have just suffered more; hurt more people.
The problem is ME. [If it were video he would hold up his hands, show the stain of her blood still on his armor because he hadn't had the heart or stomach to wash it off yet.]
How can I come near you with hands that have spilled your blood?
( it is a fair point, but Night Sky doesn't like pushing people away, especially someone she likes. Someone who was willing to do something truly terrible to give her the freedom she always wanted. Not many people would understand that.)
I — I don't know. If it's too much for you, I won't make you. I'll keep my distance, if that's what you want.
Maybe in your world but we're not in your world. We're all from different worlds, Gadriel. That means things are different and you're coming up against things you don't know.
Looking at them like they're something you do know weakens you against them. It's foolish.
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