1. Closure
Another Life Waiting
Perhaps it was wrath that scorched the image of his father's burning hands into the seeing-stone forever. Wrath and agony flaring up when the clarity of his last living moments illuminated the true nature of the darkness that had been fed him.
Perhaps...
Faramir paces the tower-room. No closure - no certain answers. All he can do is to turn away.
He has fought back and has another life waiting, beyond the beam of sunlight pushing in between the frame and the door. Faramir walks towards it - watches it flicker across his feet as he crosses the threshold and shuts the door behind him.
Atonement
He became a scorch-mark in time, etched into the world of the living...the clarity of his last living moments extended in perpetuity.
The stench of his agony made people shiver if he came too close.
To watch Faramir's life being rebuilt and unfold became atonement of a sort, but he kept his distance.
One indigo-blue night his resolve breaks and he moves close for the first time. The man he sees sleeping alone is older than he ever was.
Denethor reaches out and touches his son's forehead with what he still perceives as his hand. Faramir stirs, smiles faintly...and sleeps on.
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