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[bird_brain]

[Aubri breathes deeply, biting back his condolences. Forasmuch as he hurts for Maglor, he cannot regret Celegorm's death. He will not lie to Maglor.]

It's done. Wondering over it will do you little good.

[bythewaves]

No, I suppose this is true. I cannot change what has already been - I am only sorry that it must happen this way. [ again is probably implied ]

Do you heal well, at the least Master Aubri?

[bird_brain]

I am healing well, my friend. [It's a deliberate choice of words. He's worried over Maglor.] I have taken to the skies again.

[bythewaves]

[ The answering smile is sweet and bitter ]

I am glad - none should be denied their rightful birthright, and no one with wings should be grounded.

Your heart is a great one indeed, Aubri-who-is-a-gryphon. You are kinder than I would be, in that situation [ cold but relentless does Maglor's hatred burn, and perhaps not even old friends might he yield for - but they will never know, now ]

[bird_brain]

I tend not to compare my heart to those of others. I do not know that it is great.

[He sighs.] Maglor, I still call you a friend.

[bythewaves]

I sometimes wish that none would... but I can not command the hearts of others, and to attempt to do so would be a grave sin indeed.

You do me great honor, Aubri.