[His hand latched onto the back of Diarmuid's clothing, using it to tug himself upright again.]

Then this difference is merely the effect of time. Should I be relieved, or unhappy? 'tis hard to tell.

[He smiled brilliantly. Whatever his true feelings were, it was hard to tell. But the important thing now was to make Diarmuid feel at ease. It felt almost as if he were dealing with him in his youth once more.]

...still, I have thee by my side. Tell me, how come thee to know of thy death? Can there still be stories even now? Indeed, that is a sign of the adoration bestowed upon you.