Sindri is such an interesting character that i relate to on so many levels.
When i think about him and Brok, i usually also think about how i would do everything in my power to resurrect my siblings too(especially my older sister). And thinking of them not being with me makes me realize that i can’t live without them, that them not being in my life would be the worst, even if i feel like they don’t listen sometimes they do, they know me better than i know myself. No matter how much we fight and yell at each other at the end of the day i care and love them.
With him becoming practically a shell of who we knew because he lost the one person who knew him for his whole life, the one person who knew him as much as he knew himself, the one person who cared for him even during their days away from each other, is just so tragic.
“Too much! Too much is wrong with me. That’s the problem isn’t it? Too much is wrong with me, and you can’t do anything about that. You can’t change it. You can’t fix me. Because I’m not broken, I don’t need to be fixed, OK? I’m me!”