[ Kaldur exhales, a quiet form of blessing. He regrets that this conversation ever occur, but Nico needs to know, and for Kaldur's own sake, he is quite done seeing attempted assassinations the only family he has when he can do nothing, and they have done nothing, to warrant such.
He is tired of watching his family die. Or disappear. In any world, much less this one. ]
Thank you. I am sorry, to force you to revisit such memories.
[ A pause, and another exhale ]
And, I confess, I am grateful, that you have not had to suffer watching one you love die and return, changed. The the magic of this world and my own are different, I have never heard of such a thing occurring differently.
Those brought back to life can be so easily twisted, whether it is a change visible on the skin, or elsewhere.
Again, Maglor, I thank you, and I am sorry for your grief.
[ Changed? Maglor wonders and smiles a little I suppose that he is a little calmer. A bit more the brother I remember from Valinor, and not the merciless butcher of Middle-earth but he says nothing - Celegorm does not wish it known, and so he will not tell. But his brother's light burns clear again, untangled from its snares, and Valar willing with Nerdanel here they may keep it so. He takes the warning to heart however - once he is assured his friends and kin here are safe, he will head back out and keep an eye on Celegorm ]
And I am sorry that your world would afflict you so. It is not... quite the same for us as for you - Death is unnatural to the Eldar. In our own world, those of us whose hroa - bodies - are slain - their fear go to the Halls of Waiting where they may, in time, be reborn. What this world may do I know not, but I hope that you will not know that grief again.
[voice] (its probably wise for the time being because Alyosha wasn't exactly sane and then Ra's...)
He is tired of watching his family die. Or disappear. In any world, much less this one. ]
Thank you. I am sorry, to force you to revisit such memories.
[ A pause, and another exhale ]
And, I confess, I am grateful, that you have not had to suffer watching one you love die and return, changed. The the magic of this world and my own are different, I have never heard of such a thing occurring differently.
Those brought back to life can be so easily twisted, whether it is a change visible on the skin, or elsewhere.
Again, Maglor, I thank you, and I am sorry for your grief.
[voice] (sob)
[ Changed? Maglor wonders and smiles a little I suppose that he is a little calmer. A bit more the brother I remember from Valinor, and not the merciless butcher of Middle-earth but he says nothing - Celegorm does not wish it known, and so he will not tell. But his brother's light burns clear again, untangled from its snares, and Valar willing with Nerdanel here they may keep it so. He takes the warning to heart however - once he is assured his friends and kin here are safe, he will head back out and keep an eye on Celegorm ]
And I am sorry that your world would afflict you so. It is not... quite the same for us as for you - Death is unnatural to the Eldar. In our own world, those of us whose hroa - bodies - are slain - their fear go to the Halls of Waiting where they may, in time, be reborn. What this world may do I know not, but I hope that you will not know that grief again.