"I've wondered, in the interveaning years, if she saw all our deaths, in truth." He murmurs, and doesn't make any effort to re-open the box.

"She was not known for her foresight, the way our cousin Galadriel was, but... sometimes, I look back, and wonder. Did you know? She named me Gold-cleaver, but we lived in peaceful Valinor when I was born, which had never known strife or war. We all thought it was for my voice, and maybe it was, at least a little. But I did, in fact, learn how to turn my voice into a weapon, later."

He manages a smile for Duo. "Ah well. I've been living with this a very long time, Duo. I manage."