[Judge Simon]

Jecht sat in his cell. Sometimes he would hum the song to himself. It gave him a small hope and take him away, however brief, to a happier place and time. He had not eaten since they brought him here. What was the point? he thought. He wondered how many days had passed, for there was no window in his cell. The only light was from the torches which were always lit. Then one day or night, Jecht certainly didn't know, Aragorn came to his cell. He looked tired and grave, Jecht merely looked up at him.
Jecht-I understand your anger, my king. I would have done the same as you.
Aragorn-Speak not like that, you do not know of my loss.
Jecht-Oh but I do, my king[he said standing up]I know much of your loss. She is more beautiful than the summer, her eyes glisten like the stars. Her voice enchants my mind. She brings light to the dark corners of my very soul. Since the day, you felt your loss of your son, I have felt mine of my love. I welcome the death which you are so swiftly bringing, for every moment I am apart from her, I am in agony, the torment in my heart has surpassed any other I have ever felt. My King, I know indeed of the type of loss you have suffered.
Aragorn-Little comfort it is to me. If you say that you did what you did out of madness, that the war had made you snap, I might be able to allow you to live, for the people share my anger as well. They will not understand but say it was the war,and that the people will understand. Say it wasn't for her...

Jecht just smiled at him
Jecht-It was for her...that is all I will ever say. I was fully aware of what I was doing. It was all for her...

Aragorn left in frustration and Jecht slid back to the floor...

[ September 19, 2002: Message edited by: Judge Simon ]