I could choose now.
That’s why they’re all standing like that—so quiet, so still.
I could choose life. I could stand and fight. I could gracefully accept the Ranger from the North.
Steward. I could do my ancient duty.
Faramir calls. My son calls my name and I weep...
Adequate jewel...he was never the one I loved most.
If it were Boromir on the bier...
Oh, if it were Boromir, I would put aside visions of doom; forget the wood and the beckoning flame. I would let the Seeing Stone go.
If it were Boromir...
But it is not.