[ of course his mother would have named him for more than his shape-- but given the foresight in such names, it has so often seemed a mockery. his deeds, his suffering, they have twisted his body, twisted his fea. he doesn't remember what it's like not to be furious. he has been so full of rage and fear for so long--
had he never been born, had makalaure been the eldest, would they have sworn their father's oath?
maitimo, comes the murmur, laughter chasing its heels, soft and cold and cruel, kinslayer. memory, dredged up and given shape, and he aches, pain and weariness and grief barely distinguishable from one another any longer. ]
Why. [ his voice is an unsteady rasp. ] Why have you been brought to this place? Ammë.
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had he never been born, had makalaure been the eldest, would they have sworn their father's oath?
maitimo, comes the murmur, laughter chasing its heels, soft and cold and cruel, kinslayer. memory, dredged up and given shape, and he aches, pain and weariness and grief barely distinguishable from one another any longer. ]
Why. [ his voice is an unsteady rasp. ] Why have you been brought to this place? Ammë.