He'd been angry and hurt for a long time. The anger now was but a ghost, but Maglor's ghosts were...vivid. Cruel. Sought to strike out and hurt in turn.

He watched how his words affected his brother and felt the ice crumbling with that unsteady step closer to him. He swallowed heavily, drawing in a slow breath to try and keep his composure.

His hands clenched into fists, barely covered by his tattered clothes. "You have no idea what my path has been like." He wouldn't call it a life. They were both a poor sight to see. His ire crumbled without any help though and now he stumbled forward, hands unclenching to reach desperately for his brother.

"Don't do that to me again!"