It wasn't easy for Faramir to be in this hall. There were ghosts here among the marble pillars and statues of the White Tower. Ghosts and memories that haunted him.
He was haunted by the memory of his father, who had long ruled from the ancient chair he now sat upon. Denethor had not always been the crazed man that he'd become in his final years. He had once been wise and just. Faramir had a lot to live up to in his shadow.
More painful was the memory of his brother, who should have sat here in his stead.