⚔ 018; [video]

[croibhristeoir]

[It's late, and judging by the half a glass of who knows what by his hand, someone's been drinking. Apparently not enough to do anything stupid, as he just seems to be sitting in his hotel room looking thoughtful.]

I have noticed many of us here seem to have nothing but time. Which for some is a luxury we can hardly find in our own worlds.

[He sounds sober enough, at least. Carefully choosing his words and thinking over what he wanted to say, Diarmuid leaned his head on his hand and continued.]

As for myself, I've had the time to consider a great many things...as events have proven difficult, the most pressing of these would be the presence of someone I hate. There is someone in this city whose mere presence angers me, who I could never forgive and have no wish to try. But upon reflecting on such a subject, I have arrived at a realization.

As much as I hate him...I think I pity him even more. [He sighed, taking a drink from the glass beside him before continuing.]

Upon considering it, I've realized this is someone who may never understand the simple joy that a knight experiences upon helping another. Someone who meets the concept of selflessness with suspicion and derision rather than understand one who is content with placing others first. Even though I can never forgive him, and even though the mere thought of him puts me on edge...my heart truly aches to know any one individual could truly live in such a way.

And if he should be listening...then I am sorry. I'm sorry that I could not finish what was started, and I'm...sorry I punched you. That may have been unfair of me.

More than anything, I am truly sorry that I could not lead you to understand the heart of a knight. And I wish only that someday...you could begin to comprehend it.

Comments

[enjoymyatelier]

It makes absolutely no sense otherwise.

[croibhristeoir]

I find it truly pitiful that you would still choose to distrust my word even now.

[enjoymyatelier]

There's no evidence to make me believe you.

[croibhristeoir]

[He'll just be pulling his shirt collar aside enough to show a nasty-looking scar over his heart.]

If I am lying--and that, for the record, would be a first--how exactly would you say this was inflicted on me?

[enjoymyatelier]

[...oh... well, regardless of what happened, that doesn't exactly bode well...]

One of the myriad ways you could potentially get stabbed in the chest during a war involving multiple participants that use pointed weapons, I would assume.

[croibhristeoir]

Idiot.

[That was a shocking amount of vitriol, for Diarmuid. Not to say that it was a lot, but even a small amount was a shock considering the knight's gentle nature.]

The point is, you lost. We lost, and you have none to blame for it save only yourself.

[enjoymyatelier]

[Of course, you'd have to be impossibly dense to think that you couldn't possibly die during one of the Holy Grail Wars-and accepting the inevitability of your own death was practically the first thing one did as a mage.

Most of what Kayneth been hearing about the future-it definitely suggested that he was going to die. If you lost, it was probably almost certain that you would die. He could accept death more easily than he could accept failure, and this was sounding more like failure than anything. What had he killed Lancer for? There was absolutely no tactical advantage to simply killing him that he could think of.

And what would it mean for Sola? Did this mean she was also ▉▉▉▉-]

I can't accept that.

[croibhristeoir]

And that is why I pity you, coward.

[enjoymyatelier]

[RAGE

FUCKING

QUIT]