[If anything her outburst only makes him more convinced she is a child]
Blameless? Innocent? I never claimed that, child. I have no doubt you've done wrong in your life, but I am hardly in a place to judge and unlike you I do not have the excuze of youth.
[Nasty? Yes, a bit, but anyone who's got any experience with children will know they can be some of the meanest people around when they lash out. And this one is as prickly as a hedgehog.]
Not as many as I have, I'd wager. Your human lifespan would not allow you to reach those numbers even if you dedicated the rest of your life to it. And all the wrong I have done I did knowing full well how evil and unforgivable it was, but I did it anyways and all the justification and excuses I told myself were just that. Excuses. The blood of men, women and children stains my hands and the name of Maedhros Fëanorian is whispered across Arda in fear and hatred. As well it should.
[He heaves a heavy sigh and look upon her with tired eyes.]
If you truly were a monster, child, you would not be so pained by the fact. You would not care at all about it, and would instead revel in it... but you don't. Why is that? I cannot give you the awnser to that question, though I have my suspicions, but I think it shows that you are not irredeemable.
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Blameless? Innocent? I never claimed that, child. I have no doubt you've done wrong in your life, but I am hardly in a place to judge and unlike you I do not have the excuze of youth.
[Nasty? Yes, a bit, but anyone who's got any experience with children will know they can be some of the meanest people around when they lash out. And this one is as prickly as a hedgehog.]
Not as many as I have, I'd wager. Your human lifespan would not allow you to reach those numbers even if you dedicated the rest of your life to it. And all the wrong I have done I did knowing full well how evil and unforgivable it was, but I did it anyways and all the justification and excuses I told myself were just that. Excuses. The blood of men, women and children stains my hands and the name of Maedhros Fëanorian is whispered across Arda in fear and hatred. As well it should.
[He heaves a heavy sigh and look upon her with tired eyes.]
If you truly were a monster, child, you would not be so pained by the fact. You would not care at all about it, and would instead revel in it... but you don't. Why is that? I cannot give you the awnser to that question, though I have my suspicions, but I think it shows that you are not irredeemable.