[ Screw Destiny, Maglor would say if he knew, for all he sees is a bright light that is hurting, that does not deserve to hurt, and he croons wordless comfort, the same way he soothed Maedhros' nightmares after Thangorodrim, simply holding Vanyel and carding gently through his hair ]

No. But I am sorry that you had to suffer so, all the same. I am sorry that you were forced to face the darkest parts of yourself in that way. I am sorry that you had to face the depths of the Shadow and felt alone.

There is no debt, Vanyel, nothing to repay. They hid you, like as not, for the same reason that I do. Because they see a light that hurts, that dims, and one that should ever be clear.