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[croibhristeoir]

[So she was gone. Or at least, Diarmuid couldn't find her. If she was dead...shouldn't she have come back by now? How long had it been? He honestly didn't know, but he knew it hurt terribly.]

[He was lonely. No, maybe he'd always been lonely to some extent, since his summoning or even well before that. And the only one who could ever relieve that pain was one who understood him, one who believed in the same ideals he did and fought with him as though they were but one individual. Though he had put aside his emotional attachment to Arturia, 'Lancer' could not deny his connection with 'Saber' and would never try. Without her now...there was a distinct empty sensation within him now, like his heart had suddenly disappeared from his chest.]

[Diarmuid could be found lingering around various places in Prospero that day--the bookstore, the park, the hotel and everywhere in between--and though he did his best to conceal it the lingering sense of unhappiness was clear in every inch of his demeanor.]

Comments

[croibhristeoir]

It does take a fair bit of getting used to, but it's not so bad overall. It's certainly not impossible to adapt, at least.

[emaiya]

So you've had no problems then. [ If one Servant can do it, then does that mean the others will as well? ] Has modern technology been easy for you to master?

[ Realizing that could be taken the wrong way, she gives a light laugh. ]

I'm not from this time, so technology has been a little harder for me to grasp admittedly.

[croibhristeoir]

I suppose it's been a little difficult--there's still a fair amount of technology I really don't know anything about. But I at least know enough to survive on my own easily.

[emaiya]

Has it been easy? I'm having difficulty myself.

[croibhristeoir]

I can't call it easy, exactly, but it hasn't been unreasonably difficult.

[emaiya]

Really..? I wonder why I keep having so much trouble myself.