Father. 

I failed you. I know that. We did not fight hard enough or try hard enough. But that is not...that is not what I would say to you, if I could. 

What I would say is: how could you? How could you do this to us? How could you condemn us to this pointless, useless battle that we could not win? I do not pretend to understand what your craft meant to you, but did it mean more than your sons? Than our lives? We took - I took the Oath with you because I loved you and you were my father, but I have wondered since if you loved us the same. 

You died. You died and with your dying breath reminded us of our promise as if we could any of us forget, and then you were gone. The Valar damned us first, but you damned us just as well. 

I wish I did not doubt. I wish I had Curvo's unshakeable faith that what you did you did for the best, but I do not. Maybe you did not know how the Oath would hound us, hunt us, kill us.