13. Day 13: Unraveled (Denethor)
Since Faramir came from the field he has endured the veiled glances—accusing, disapproving—of those who still dare to look him in the eye, what few there are among the living. It is harder to endure the scorn of the dead.
And so he braves the stone one more time—wherein lies the peril anymore? He sees her face, the only woman who could ever induce him to lower his guard. Finduilas. He sees her pained face, Boromir's agony, Ecthelion, Adrahil, and that accursed face from his past… anybody, everybody he had ever felt something for sneers at him in derision: For all your zeal you have failed in everything that was ever entrusted to you! Failed to hold the hearts of your men, failed to keep the life of your wife, failed to prevent the fate of one son and rushed unbidden to decree the fate of the other one failed to recognize the signs of the King's coming failed to save Osgiliath failed to keep the White City safe failed to stay the tide of Mordor because against it there is no victory and you failed failed failed failedfailedfailedfailedfailedFAILED!
He curses the Lord of Darkness on the other end and vows that he will not fail in the one thing that is left him from this shambles.
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