Do you truly not understand your name, Maitimo? Do you only believe it begins and ends with the fairness of your countenance? It does not. You are the firstborn of the Firstborn. We wrought you in innocence held and lost, in love, in foolishness, in discovery and in fear. The fires that made you were never brighter before not after. You were the greatest thing I would ever create. Your father had his gems, but I knew I would never bear your match again, however many children I had. That is your name, and whatever deeds you have done, I have named you truly.

Why do you not believe? I will give any proof you ask.