...Perhaps 'tis but a storm, that will pass. [And perhaps not. It is easier, though, to think of it as a stormy night, such as might occur anywhere. He can pretend, if he can find the energy for it, that the darkness will not last forever. That the pain will not last forever.]

'Mostly harmless', yet you are not harmless at all, are you? Childe. No more than I. [It's in the way he moves as much as the shadow in his eyes. Light does not catch in the eyes of Men in the same way, even were there Men who had seen the light of the Trees in an age gone forever, but it does catch.

[It is...interesting. This Childe sees what Maedhros is, he thinks, yet he is not afraid. It has been a very long time since a stranger did not fear him. ...All things considered, it gives him a dim view of Childe's wisdom. And yet - it has been a long time.]