But then there are these nights. Nights when he wakes from dreams of nothingness, only to find himself staring at Boromir's gauntlets on their shelf next to Anduril, the White Tree shining in the dark.
Nights when he wakes, and sees them, and remembers--
so cold can't see--Aragorn? must tell him... "I would have followed you, my brother, my Captain, my King." darkness
--remembers how it felt to die.
Sean shivers, stares, and does not sleep.