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[It was during the split, when the lack of food alongside the continuous fighting really began to take its toll. However indefatigable Henry ordinarily is, he is also only human.

Yet he is not one to make excuses.

As much as he appreciates Celebrimbor's concern for his well-being, there is still a touch of impatience in his tone.]

I assure you that I have no intention of repeating my mistake.

I know as much, friend. (He hopes to temper that impatience; it is understandable if one has any pride whatsoever - and, thankfully, Celebrimbor has a lot of experience with prideful beings. He is related to the most prideful Elves on Arda.)

I worry overmuch.

'Tis... kind of you. You have a good heart.

[His tone is awkward, but sincere.]

My heart is broken; I strive for it to be good even so. (Through good deeds and being a friend to as many as he is allowed.)

If it beats, it may yet mend. Nor is there shame in scars.

You are entirely right. I have made great strides, I think, in Hadriel, though I oft feel guilty for doing so.

Esperance, Celebrimbor. Guilt is a difficult foe to conquer.

What does that mean? Esperance?

It means hope. 'Tis my family's war cry, born from our motto.

Does that not seem odd? Hope born of bloodshed?

You misunderstand.

Hope is our banner. It is born of belief: that God will favour our cause, that our reasons are righteous, that our courage will see us triumph.

It is difficult to fight a righteous battle. Men, Elves, Dwarves... They still die. I understand that you do not wage combat unless your cause is just and necessary - for I do trust your judgement - but it is the nature of battle and war that nauseates me.

[That gives Henry pause.]

And yet you forge weapons. [Even giving them to the inexperienced. It's hard not to see a thread of hypocrisy in that.] Why not uphold your belief?

Ironic, I know. I am good at it; it is a talent I inherited from my grandfather and father and, before, it was all that connected me to them. (He sighs.) I believe everyone should be able to protect themselves. The world isn't kind. But I know that my weapons are oft used in battles.

Before I was captured by the Enemy, I thought it brave to fight. I wonder over that now.

[What Celebrimbor went through would break the spirit of many a man — or elf as it were — so perhaps he shouldn't be surprised by that perspective after all.

The truth is that it will never be a viewpoint that Henry understands.]

I see.

Have I angered you, my friend? (He realizes he can be vexing - someone who seems to support two opposing natures within one body - but that is wholly due to his family. He is not just a Finwean; he is a Fëanorian too, which basically means it's a wonder he lived as long as he did.)

[Genuine puzzlement colours Henry's tone.]

No. I am but surprised.

[He huffs a laugh.]

I assure you, you would not mistake my anger.

[There is absolutely nothing subtle about Henry's temper.]

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