Is that truly and honestly the way that you see it?
O, my son, I have left you alone for far too long. Then in turn, I swear now to thee, upon the honor of my name, and upon the Brú, and all that I hold close to my heart, that I shall not leave thee again.
But listen now! [He placed a hand over Diarmuid's mouth to silence any protest.] Listen now to my words. Heed them well, or I shall have to repeat them.
You, o Diarmuid; Diarmuid of the love spot; Diarmuid of the Fianna. You could not be more of a knight than you are now. Indeed, you claim to be a horrible person. For the first time, I hear lies from your lips.
Diarmuid ua Diabhne. Any man, or knight, or god, or demon would likely yet have done the same. You have endured more than any man usually would, and if that resulted in but one moment of hatred, but one mere moment where you could curse the world, then thee art a better man than most.
Remember thee that I myself raised you, and loved you, and that I love you still. For you are my son, and I see no failed knight in you; I see no spiteful beast. I see only Diarmuid, the first spear of the Fianna, and a noble figure who regrets even natural emotions if they be unpleasant ones.
[Leaning forward, he pressed his cheek to Diarmuid's, his hand dropping from the knight's lips.]
You will overcome your resentment with time. Or perhaps you will not. But if ye do not act with spite against those, despite your feelings towards them, then you are truly a noble knight.
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O, my son, I have left you alone for far too long. Then in turn, I swear now to thee, upon the honor of my name, and upon the Brú, and all that I hold close to my heart, that I shall not leave thee again.
But listen now! [He placed a hand over Diarmuid's mouth to silence any protest.] Listen now to my words. Heed them well, or I shall have to repeat them.
You, o Diarmuid; Diarmuid of the love spot; Diarmuid of the Fianna. You could not be more of a knight than you are now. Indeed, you claim to be a horrible person. For the first time, I hear lies from your lips.
Diarmuid ua Diabhne. Any man, or knight, or god, or demon would likely yet have done the same. You have endured more than any man usually would, and if that resulted in but one moment of hatred, but one mere moment where you could curse the world, then thee art a better man than most.
Remember thee that I myself raised you, and loved you, and that I love you still. For you are my son, and I see no failed knight in you; I see no spiteful beast. I see only Diarmuid, the first spear of the Fianna, and a noble figure who regrets even natural emotions if they be unpleasant ones.
[Leaning forward, he pressed his cheek to Diarmuid's, his hand dropping from the knight's lips.]
You will overcome your resentment with time. Or perhaps you will not. But if ye do not act with spite against those, despite your feelings towards them, then you are truly a noble knight.