[Is this about their son? He barely notices as his hands are forced to release the swords, his gripping strength sapped from the pressure around his body and his mind racing as he tries to weave around the words Sauron says to find the core truth.]
Are you mad because I love our son? [You dumb shit of a Maia, that was what you wanted.] The son you decided we were having because it would bind me to you, ensnare me, trap me? Because you knew nothing would make me step from his side and so, yours?
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Are you mad because I love our son? [You dumb shit of a Maia, that was what you wanted.] The son you decided we were having because it would bind me to you, ensnare me, trap me? Because you knew nothing would make me step from his side and so, yours?