[ He slowly sits up, curling up with his arms folded atop his knees and face hidden. Now that the anger has worn off, he feels nothing but bone-deep exhaustion. If only he could sink into the earth and be done with it all. ]

Do you really think my people would accept me, after everything I've done?

[ Even if Hythlodaeus did find a way to bring him home, he would be exiled. He was too wild, too used to the mortal pace of time. He couldn't remember patience. ]

I wish to return home to see it one last time. Then I will take myself somewhere far away from our city and give myself to the Lifestream.