Vórimarac sat in the bed with his eyes closed. The drink that Nahtar gave him worked maybe a too well. Since he felt himself calm enough to actually consider what Maglor said.

'It won't hurt you.' A quiet voice said in the back of his head. 'If it hurts anyone it'll hurt them in the end. Yet, you do not care about things like that. Do you?'

Vórimarac groaned. "Just shut up right now."

'You know why you don't want to get close to them. It was his wish...right? Maedhros. He didn't want his friend and brothers to see what was before you too over.'

Vórimarac covered his face with an arm. This small bit of his conscience really liked to remind him that he still felt some degree of emotion. He blamed Nahtar for it. He rubbed his face and leaned his head back till it touched the wall.

He just grumbled quietly as he threw off his shirt and grabbed a few bandages to rebandage a wound he felt that open up. As he unwrapped the bandages he paused since there was a knock at the door. Vórimarac ignored it and continued bandaging his side.

Maglor opened it a few moments later and said, "Hey. I was coming to see-" Yet, his voice froze in his throat and his eyes widened in horror at the old scars that covered Vórimarac's body.

"Just scars," Vórimarac replied as he finished wrapping the bandage. Maglor didn't reply as he walked over and crouched beside he bed. He swallowed and looked down.

"For the love of- don't you dare start crying. I already had to deal with Fingon's reaction over these." He said.

Maglor ignored that comment though and whipped at his eyes. "I'm sorry,"

"What?" Vórimarac replied.

Maglor looked up tears in his eyes. "I'm so sorry. You're right...we are cowards. If we came sooner then you wouldn't have those."

Vórimarac just let out a breath and made a mental note to kill Av. That stupid Atari elf had a strange talent for making drinks that could even make a Valarie flat out drunk. Yet, when Vórimarac was involved that insane elf could brew a drink that would allow him to express some level of emotion.

"Look. I'm only going to day this once. Tell anyone else and I'll strangle you with your harp. Maedhros went insane there. When I say insane I mean he heard voices and developed a strange version of a personality disorder. By the time you would have formulated a plan and got in there you would've been to late. He would rather you end up with a lunatic like me rather then what he was." Vórimarac said.

"Then why call us cowards and hate us? I mean if your just another personality of him then shouldn't--wait a second. If your just another part of Maedhros then that could mean you still have some of his feelings about things." Maglor said.

"No idea what your talking about," Vórimarac said as he laid back down.

"You do care about us and Fingon." Maglor said. "Well. In your own strange way."

"Shut up," Vórimarac replied.

"You do like us...and that other elf Nahtar." Maglor said.

Vórimarac groaned and covered his face. "If I agree with your idiocy will you shut up and leave?"

"Yes," Maglor said.

"Then your right. Now go or else you be leaving by that window." Vórimarac threatened.

Maglor smiled a bit and he walked out. Vórimarac cursed and made another mental note to kill Av. Possibly Nahtar as well who may have planned this out. He just shook his head. This was going to be a long eternity wasn't it?