It is a sight that breaks Faramir's heart and this time he does reach out to place his hand on his brother's arm. "No. May you find peace."
His fingers curl around Boromir's wrist and he pulls his hand back, away from his mouth so they can face each other. "For I have seen this wretched thing, this cursed creation and its evil deeds. May you find forgiveness in the hearts of Men and Elves and all the Free people of Middle-earth." He pushes down until both their hands come to rest on Boromir's chest, atop of each other. "May you find it in your own," he tells him, his voice quiet but firm.
"Will you not see him who sits with you, eats with you, finds such joy and peace in your company? He is not shamed to call you brother still; he never was. There is not one who speaks of Boromir in anger or contempt and I will not have it any other way."
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His fingers curl around Boromir's wrist and he pulls his hand back, away from his mouth so they can face each other. "For I have seen this wretched thing, this cursed creation and its evil deeds. May you find forgiveness in the hearts of Men and Elves and all the Free people of Middle-earth." He pushes down until both their hands come to rest on Boromir's chest, atop of each other. "May you find it in your own," he tells him, his voice quiet but firm.
"Will you not see him who sits with you, eats with you, finds such joy and peace in your company? He is not shamed to call you brother still; he never was. There is not one who speaks of Boromir in anger or contempt and I will not have it any other way."