[He had to inherit something from his father after all. And pride had always been something he had strugled with, the high expectations he had on himself only made his failures hurt all that much worse.]

How could I not, after all I've done? How many people have died on my sword? And for what?

[Maedhros blames his father for a lot of things, but that is not one of them. He made his own decisions, a lot of the worst ones he made after his father was already dead.]

Who would judge me differently? Not the valar, certainly not the people I killed and maimed in my quest.