"No." Though it might have served him and his family better had he done so, or at least not actively stood in the way of those of his kin that had. "He and his sons remained loyal to the end. Little good that that did them..."

He does know that Fingon is right about it, of course, but he has grown so used to blaming himself for it that it's hard to truly believe it. "I should have known. I should have. I knew how our enemy worked. I knew his tricks... and still I failed to anticipate the one he's most known for."

"And Caranthir was under my command." He says mulishly. "Because... because you died! How could I hold you accountable for anything when you died?! They did not even leave a body behind of you! They... all they left were a puddle of blood and gore that would have been indistinguishable from the rest of them had it not had your banner in it!"

Maedhros himself pauses for a moment before he awnsers. He want's to say yes, to claim he's never going to be anything but a danger to others. But it wouldn't be the truth. Not in entirely, at least. "I'll always have the potential to become one," he says. "But... less so here, perhaps. There are no silmarils here to rouse my oath."