Pool used himself as bait, attempting to catch all the beings under heaven. His idea was good, and his methods had no problem, but he never considered that when assassination came, no matter where the assassin came from, no one could ever hit the brakes.
In front lay the Abyss. Could he truly control this runaway carriage of history, or would he end up plunging into the Abyss along with it?
Durin didn't know, nor could he understand. He only knew they had a father with a heart of stone, a monstrous madman and lunatic who used himself as a sacrifice.
Saying so made him feel somewhat guilty as a son, but considering he was never nurtured by him, Durin didn't think there was anything wrong with it all.
Pool, having come this far, can you truly reciprocate upon your enemies all the pain our father endured?
Durin could not envision such a future.
But he had no choice, for he was out of time and could only choose to believe in his brother.
