He wants to argue that Fingon needn't follow those responsibilities in a new world, but he closes his mouth, knowing that is precisely his cousin's nature. So honorable; so valiant. What can he do besides press a warm kiss to the beloved hand he refuses to relinquish?

"I have not been well for a long time." he admits, "I behaved more as my father than myself, but surely I too must be capable of atrocious deeds or else they would not have been done." his entirety trembles at the pronouncement.

Living is terrifying, but he has no choice. Even if Fingon hadn't made the demand, Maedhros would have done his best to succeed at it again. For him...and perhaps for others too.

"Stumbling does not frighten me. The madness, however..." he gives his bright head a sharp shake, rising back onto his feet, "I shall do my very best and put forth all of my power to live a sane, good life. It will not erase what has been done, but it will help me be a better Elf."