[ Maglor is Feanorionnath, and hypocrite that he is, sees no problems with lambasting Destiny on behalf of another while he throws himself headlong into mad Oaths and tangles himself in its strings in his own world. He will be here as long as Vanyel needs, screw the rulers (Nolofinwe faced Morgoth without flinching, after all, and Maedhros endured everything they threw at him. Can Maglor do any less?). ]

I am glad they did not. [ He says softly, still humming softly ] And perhaps it is, but light, I have seen, is often drawn to light (as, sadly, is shadow) - I think you underestimate yourself. Tis not about deserving, Vanyel. You offered me your friendship, who is exile and forsaken. If it is any, tis I who do not deserve you.