If it makes you feel better, Maedhros, you keep thinking that.

"I know this isn't the ideal moment to make this argument," he says, "but I am capable of looking after myself."

And despite the distance in his sentiment, despite the decision he's making, he can't leave Maedhros with nothing either. He raises his hand, brushes his finger against his cousin's cheek.

"But if that changes, I will find you. I promise you that, Russandol." His hand flicks up to push a lock of Maedhros' hair back behind his ear.

"This is not a farewell. We are not done, you and I. We never are."