Witch King: i'm so sorry about the torture you faced at the hands of Melkor.
Sauron, sniffling: I miss when he'd wear his sharp boots and step on me for hours at a time...
Witch King: Um?
Sauron, wiping his tears away: And when he'd string me up for days on end... I miss him so much.
Witch King: Master, are you alright?
Sauron, sobbing: I used to call him Master.









