A/N: Because I majorly support the idea that Gandalf and Sauron were and remained brothers.
Sauron has finally fallen. I should feel joy, but sorrow is my only emotion. It is easy for the others to be joyful; they did not know him before he fell. I have distanced myself from the others, afraid they will notice my sorrow. I wish to mourn alone. They will listen, but they will not understand. They have not known Sauron as anything but evil. Even watching him come to utter ruin and even watching the free peoples of Arda rejoice, I cannot join them. For in my heart, he is and was not an enemy to be brought down and destroyed. In my heart, he is still what he once was. In my heart, he is still my younger brother.