They did what had to be done, even if it meant returning to being deadly without question. This wasn't a peaceful place, as Maglor had learned. Quickly.

It didn't make the practice easier though, however necessary.

But his focus cracked, shattered, at the familiar voice from memory spoke and he jerked, startled. He was used to his ghosts talking to him, commenting on what he did or didn't do or say. If Fingon wanted him to take a break, he got his wish!

"Finno? H-how...?"