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All he could smell was the stench of burning.
He should have known Amrod was on the ship. They had always been together, the two of them, always known each others' hearts and minds as if they were their own.
All he could see was flames.
He had set the ships on fire. He had set his brother on fire. He should have stood with Maedhros against his father. He should have burned with Amrod.
The screams echoed in his ears.
Father spoke as though Amrod deserved it. He knew he should protest. He wanted to scream against the injustice, but he had not the breath through the smoke and the haze of the burning light, could not hear his father through the screams. Maedhros spoke instead, grief stricken and furious.
Amras hovered on the fringes as no one noticed, wandered into the woods away from camp wreathed in smoke, with death in his ears and eyes and heart and soul. He took a knife from his belt, put it to his heart, and followed his brother home.