It was hard to go from having entirely too much to do to having little to nothing at all to fill your time. Being overworked at least kept you busy.
Maedhros stills when the memory starts to take form in front of them. Too shocked to look away, even though it feels wrong to look upon something so private as a memory without leave.
It is a scene he's intimately familiar with, though. Loss. Death. The bitter grief of looking down upon a fallen brother and wonder if it perhaps would not have been better if they had lived and it was you who lay lifeless upon the ground.
"What...?" Is the only thing he can think to say when he finaly finds his voice again.
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Maedhros stills when the memory starts to take form in front of them. Too shocked to look away, even though it feels wrong to look upon something so private as a memory without leave.
It is a scene he's intimately familiar with, though. Loss. Death. The bitter grief of looking down upon a fallen brother and wonder if it perhaps would not have been better if they had lived and it was you who lay lifeless upon the ground.
"What...?" Is the only thing he can think to say when he finaly finds his voice again.