"Father..." He draws a shuddering breath, Feanor is always difficult to speak of, and that time especially so. "By that point, they were estranged, mother and father - it was not unusual, you understand - with tempers such as theirs, they might fight often. But this was... different. They did not live together, they barely spoke, and... when grandfather was killed..."

"Father went... a little mad. I can see that now. But it was a time of great confusion and fear - we, who had never known darkness, had lost all light, and then came the news that Formenos was attacked, grandfather slain and father's treasures stolen. And Father... he loved grandfather above all else, and the theft of his greatest work was insult to injury. He swore... to rest never until they were in his hands, irregardless of what he had to do to get them back. And we... my brothers and I... we swore the same."

"He... went to mother. Spoke to her with fire in his eyes and passion in his words, the same that stirred the hearts of all in the city. But mother is stone, the mountain's heart. She did not move. And she told him that if he went after the jewels, he would go without her. She... begged him to leave her even one son. He refused. And we... were too much cowards to stay - perhaps even then, the Oath was sinking its hooks deep into our hearts. So we left. And now I am the last, and I may never return home."

He smiles at Riley, if such an empty bitter thing can be called a smile. "So you see, you are not the only one who has done things regrettable. At the least you were brave enough to turn back."