You could. [He agrees, and he should fear it but he is numb to the suggestion. To Adar, it almost seemed a better offer than the one he had now where he had free will and the ability to control himself and still did it. Sauron could do anything to him, he knew that, he had known that all his days in this place. He had shown it today. He had shown it the whole week when he separated Adar from their son, and over what? Petty jealousy that now soured what love he did hold for Sauron?
His head cracks on the stone when he is dropped, his arms are not quick enough to catch himself while they are half-numb from the blood being cut off. Fuck.
The voice draws his eye, making him push up from his spot as best as he can, ignoring the fresh blood that pours down the back of his shirt from where his scalp split in the fall.]
Etelo? Is that really you? [he cannot help himself, this may be the last time he gets to look upon him, perhaps ever, so he simply must speak, try to slip closer for a better look at that ray of sunshine that had mad these black pits so much more tolerable.] You have grown so much.
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His head cracks on the stone when he is dropped, his arms are not quick enough to catch himself while they are half-numb from the blood being cut off. Fuck.
The voice draws his eye, making him push up from his spot as best as he can, ignoring the fresh blood that pours down the back of his shirt from where his scalp split in the fall.]
Etelo? Is that really you? [he cannot help himself, this may be the last time he gets to look upon him, perhaps ever, so he simply must speak, try to slip closer for a better look at that ray of sunshine that had mad these black pits so much more tolerable.] You have grown so much.