Gabriel gives Thranduil a flat look. "The only reason I'm not dead is that I got dropped on a boat when my brother was in the process of killing me. I think I'm allowed to be freaked out about him."

Given he had only two weeks between now and then. Not nearly enough time for it to retreat into just being an ache instead of something that would give him nightmares if he slept. Nor enough time to avoid going back to that time in his mind if something or someone triggers it.

Right, thing he didn't answer because he got side-tracked. He grabs onto it like a life-line, desperately needing and wanting the subject change. "Something entertaining--to me, if no one else--and provides an object lesson. Like say, a guy who's married and has kids but doesn't keep it in his pants being killed by a kind of ghost who kills men who are unfaithful to their wives. I don't actually kill all those who get my attention in ways they would have preferred not to. The dead guys are people I think won't learn from the experience, so they get to serve as said lessons to others. The ones I think can, get a taste of their own medicine to see how the people they're negatively affecting feel."