He looks at her, but his eyes are far away. Light a fire in my flesh... the White City is falling, the White Wizard rides, and in the end, even my death is not a great enough sacrifice.

"You wish I had gone..."

Had he ever even pretended to love his second son?

"It is... not an easy thing to speak of."

Finduilas...

He blamed me for her death.

"And it is... very complicated. I should not burden you with ancient memories."