He cannot allow himself to hope Fingon's reaction will be anything other than utter disgust and rage. His gaze falls to Fingon's chest and the fabric that covers it. Just a few more moments, he prays, silent, begging. Then he must let his cousin go so that he remains untainted and beautiful. All things considered, jumping into the volcano had been easier.

"I have no defense." and he won't waste Fingon's time fabricating one. He is laying himself bare because that is how it should be. There is very little good left in him; he isn't the Elf who had once thought himself worthy of such fine company.

"I am covered in blood and the Enemy does rejoice I am sure." his voice is flat. He accepts Fingon's conclusion, taking the angry words as pure, undiluted fact. There is nothing his cousin can say that he hasn't tortured himself with already.

Gently, he dips forward and kisses the other Elf's forehead, covering Fingon's hands with his own.

"I will accept your judgment - whatever it may be. Only I ask you to remain a friend to Kano should he arrive. I was the one who forced him down roads he did not wish to take." he kneels, then, fighting his desire to keep looking at Fingon's face. He had lost him once and now through his horrendous, unforgivable actions, he is doomed to lose him again.