"Spare me?" What madness was this? Did Boromir truly think--

Faramir sat straighter, trying to grasp the strangeness of it and failing. "What of my opinion, Boromir? Did you fear that it will change, if I see you like this? Did you fear my love for you would lessen, that I would so easily be ashamed of you and renounce you as my blood and kin?"

Here he stood, and stared at Boromir with hooded eyes. "All this time, I did not realize you think so little of me as well." From Denethor he had accepted and endured it, but from Boromir? It was as unexpected as it was hurtful, and quickly Faramir realized this was not how he had envisioned their reunion to be.