I do not know how long I hung there. I would say an eternity, but if that were the case, I would still be there. The only physical part of me that is still there is my hand. My brothers think that I do not know that it is gone, but I know. I asked Findekáno to kill me, but he refused and found another way. He did release me to live on, but not without my consent.
They think that I still believe I am whole. I could never think that. Even if I was unaware that my hand was gone, there will always be a part of my soul trapped in Angband.
Macalaure enters. Through slitted eyes, I watch him glance down at my right stump. I peel open my eyes and meet his. "I'm not whole anymore." It is not a question. He takes my remaining hand. He does not lie to me. "Not in body, but you are still whole in spirit Maitimo." And I shake my head. No. Not whole. Never again.