[He follows because he knows he has no choice, yet at the threshold to the door, Adar nearly turns back.
Must we? is clear on his face though he doesn't so much as mouth the words as he swallows and forces himself to go inside.] I see now why you did not bother to find me. [He was concocting an extension of his punishment, one that was almost dressed up like a reward (again) and would be to nearly anyone in Angband.
He tries not to look at them, but his other choice is his master who will surely turn his gaze back and so he finds himself staring at their young faces, ruined forever. He sits, but makes no move to take any of the food.]
Would you not run? [he asks, leaning back in the chair to look at him.] If it were Manwë here instead of Morgoth and you were some cog in his machine? Would you not try? [He asks but he knows, because Sauron would preserve himself at any cost. That was the core of his being, more than anything else.]
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Must we? is clear on his face though he doesn't so much as mouth the words as he swallows and forces himself to go inside.] I see now why you did not bother to find me. [He was concocting an extension of his punishment, one that was almost dressed up like a reward (again) and would be to nearly anyone in Angband.
He tries not to look at them, but his other choice is his master who will surely turn his gaze back and so he finds himself staring at their young faces, ruined forever. He sits, but makes no move to take any of the food.]
Would you not run? [he asks, leaning back in the chair to look at him.] If it were Manwë here instead of Morgoth and you were some cog in his machine? Would you not try? [He asks but he knows, because Sauron would preserve himself at any cost. That was the core of his being, more than anything else.]