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lancer (diarmuid ua duibhne)

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[The room was empty when he awoke--no, 'empty' was the wrong word. There were still the books he'd been reading, the red and gold roses he loved so dearly, the collection of weapons he'd pulled together...but that was all. No other was in the room, and Diarmuid was alone.]

[He knew right away something was wrong; the instinct of a knight rarely if ever led him astray. Grainne should have been there. She was there last night, and as far as he knew there was no reason for her to have left. If she had, he'd have known for certain. Diarmuid was a light sleeper at the best of times and an insomniac at the worse. But here he was, and she was gone. Would she be angry if he called rather than search for her personally? He'd made things painfully awkward between them, so it was hard to say...but he called her all the same, only to receive silence in return. Her name stricken from the contact list meant but one thing, though he felt sick to realize it.]

[Recent events had made it seem as though his devotion to her could be called into question...in Diarmuid's mind, there was no question about it. He had absolutely been devoted to Grainne and loved her dearly, the only uncertainty being whether she loved him truly or if her affection had been a result of the mark on his face. No matter her reasoning, he did love her, and that was why such uncertainty had hurt. But now? Now he would never be able to determine why she cared about him, or if she ever did so of her own free will. She was dead, gone, thousands of years and miles away. And there was nothing Diarmuid could do.]

[At moments like this when he felt as though all hope was lost, there was one person he would turn to above any others. Arturia would know what to do, she could give him some form of comfort where he feared none could be found. If he just called her--]

[Silence.]

[The phone dropped from his hand and fell to the ground, but he wasn't fully aware of it. He wasn't fully aware of anything as reality sank in. His beloved wife Grainne was gone. Arturia, for whom he would have risked any danger and sacrificed all that he had...gone. Disappeared, for certain this time. He couldn't stop them, couldn't prevent this fate for either of them just as he could not change his own. He had been destined to die at his Master's hands, and now he was destined to be left behind. What could he do now if not protect Grainne? Who could understand him if not Arturia? Who could he ever confide in if not those two?]

[And that was the moment in which calm, patient Diarmuid Ua Duibhne snapped.]

[An anguished, pained, broken scream could be heard throughout at least a hallway or two on the sixth floor of the hotel. The quiet and choked back sobbing that followed, on the other hand...he'd try damn heard to make sure no one heard that at all.]

[Not too long after, he managed to pull himself together enough to write a message:]

Leaving.

Don't know when or where I'm going.

I don't want to stay here.