"Yes." he brushes his fingers across the pointed tip of Fingon's ear, focusing instead on his cousin's dark hair. His failure - his monstrous deeds - are his shame. While some in this new world might not know what he has done - what he is capable of - Maedhros does not consider himself worthy of a second chance. So he chooses to be honest even if he must pay a price that he values much higher than his life: the loss of one he has loved for millennia.

"Does it matter?" he asks in reference to him not being the only one, "My crimes are my own, Finno. I will let my brothers accept their role if and when they are prepared to do so."

His eyes close sadly and he pulls Fingon into his arms, tucking his head against his shoulder.

"I... I will protect you. Ask anything of me and I will see it done."