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[croibhristeoir]

[Remain calm, Diarmuid reminded himself. He had to keep his composure. Losing his patience and even panicking came far too easily to him these days, and it would be of no help here.]

[There was nothing to be done about it, he thought as he walked out of the bookstore and adjusted his glasses. Nothing he could say would change what he'd done, nothing would undo what had been said or the actions he'd taken. All he could do now was once more face the consequences of his betrayal, and there was no way around it. No matter how it hurt, he would bear it all the same.]

[While there were many unkind things Diarmuid had been called in life, there was one insult he could not bear to withstand. One that caused him a great deal of pain and yet one that was seeming more and more accurate as time passed.]

['In the stories of legend, you are fairly well known for womanizing and adultery.']

[Call him a traitor, fine. Call him anything, he would have taken such little injuries without complaint. But call him a womanizer...and not even death would hurt more. Diarmuid would readily confess to the crime of having broken more than his share of hearts, but it was not of his own will that such things had happened. What right did anyone have to assume he would have dared brought so much pain knowingly?!]

[But now...here he was, without the curse and yet causing Arturia pain while turning his back on Grainne at the same time.]

[Diarmuid took out his phone and stared at it for a long moment, leaning back against the nearest wall. His legs threatened to give out at the mere idea of confessing what he had done. Every word and insult that had been thrown at him...he was proving them all right. he was proving Kayneth right. Worse than all that, experiencing for the first time the agony of unrequited love that he had caused so many women in his lifetime? It was pain without compare, and he hated himself for inflicting it upon so many without even having full comprehension of how it hurt.]

[Putting it off any longer would do nothing but worsen the situation. So hesitantly and with a trembling hand, he typed out a message.]

[private text to Gráinne]

Gráinne-

I need to speak to you. If you can, please meet me outside the hotel just before sunset.

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[ action ] all my placeholders *cries*

[dancingdeath]

[ Diao Chan was fond of buying books in her free time. It made learning about history much better, when she happened to see a familiar face. And since he looked troubled, she gently called him up. ]

Are you well, Diarmuid?

[ action ] sooooob

[croibhristeoir]

Hm--oh, I'm sorry, I'd not even noticed you there.

I...think I will be fine.

[ action ] sooooob

[dancingdeath]

[ She watched him for a few seconds before talking again. ]

Are you sure? You do look troubled.

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[croibhristeoir]

I'll manage.

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[dancingdeath]

I am sorry, for not being able to help you in more than this words... But, I pray for you to overcome what troubles you, Diarmuid.

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[croibhristeoir]

...thank you. I'm sorry, I don't mean to trouble you.

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[dancingdeath]

It is alright. It is because I care for your well being that I am concerned for you.

I do not seek to force you to speak what troubles you if you do not wish to do so. Let it be known that my offer to share a cup of tea and cheer your spirit up is still present.

private text;

[chroimilis]

9999999999999999999999999999imthestrongest999999999999999999999999999
hold on a moment

[ It'll take her a while to finally get the hang of the texting thing again, but once she does, he's the first to hear from her. ]

i will be there

[croibhristeoir]

[Weird shit: That was some.]

[But sure, whatever. He'd be there, of course.]

[chroimilis]

[ Listen, Princess Zelda knows not of text messaging. Come sunset though, she's there with the phone in her hand, fiddling with it as though it were a foreign object. There's some interest in her expression as she studies it while walking. Her steps are careful - one foot reaching out to wriggle around as though she were blind, intent on not tripping, as she makes her way towards him.

Once she meets with him, she tucks the phone into the sash around her side. Modern clothing didn't really suit her tastes, but she made do. ]

You called for me? [ More like threw words at her through a stupid device, but she's not going to be too irritated over it. ] It has been some time. I tried to visit with you last week, but you failed to answer when I knocked. Were you out for a reason?

[croibhristeoir]

Last week I was...out of town with a friend. [Which wasn't a lie by any means.]

I'm sorry, I should have told you ahead of time.

[chroimilis]

I was dreadfully worried for your well-being. [ It's not meant to come out laced as guilt-inducing, but it does in her sickeningly concerned tone. ] I couldn't sleep a wink.

[croibhristeoir]

You have my sincerest apologies.

[BITCH LEARN HOW TO USE A PHONE AND STOP MAKING HIM FEEL AWFUL]

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[fourteenthscion]

[It's okay bro. Neah has your back. He kind of sensed that something was wrong with Diarmuid, so it wasn't hard tracking him in the least.

Behind him, a warm hand squeezes Diarmuid's shoulder.]

You look as if you are going to faint.

[Action]

[croibhristeoir]

[OH GODS WHAT--]

[--oh, it was just Neah. The fact that Diarmuid had been so distracted as to completely overlook anyone's presence nearby was very telling, for one with his instincts.]

...I have had a very difficult few days.

[Action]

[fourteenthscion]

Will you be alright? Would you like some help?

[Your tanner twin bro is worried about you man.]

[Action]

[croibhristeoir]

I don't think you can help me with this.

[Action]

[fourteenthscion]

Then at least allow me to take your mind off of it. If only for a moment.

[Action]

[croibhristeoir]

...very well. How do you expect to do that?

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[emptysword]

Diarmuid.

[A simple statement of his name can be heard, and should Diarmuid turns, he is going to see Shirou standing before him.]

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[croibhristeoir]

...She told you, then. Good, I would have expected nothing less.

So what now, Emiya? [A cold, calm tone with little if any emotion.] Do you intend to be the third jealous lover to kill me? At this point I would welcome you to try.

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[emptysword]

No, I'm not going to kill you.

[That'd cause a lot more shit to happen and he can't handle that.]

I was about to ask if you have the time to spare for a chat.

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[croibhristeoir]

...Yes, I have time.

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[emptysword]

Do you wish to discuss this in a place where nobody can hear us?

[action]

[croibhristeoir]

That's your choice. I don't really care.