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I-if anyone has a moment, I'm having a small problem. [This was the understatement of the millennium.]

I'd like to ask how...h-how...er...forgive me, I am having some trouble articulating things today. [Diarmuid adjusted the glasses he wore, seeming hesitant to look directly at the camera at first.]

Imagine one that...has gone through life without anger or hatred. This individual had never felt spite, resentment, or even a shred of those kind of things. He did all he could to put others and their happiness before himself and his own, finding contentment and joy in doing so. But after a certain point, that person...he found someone that did something so deplorable that it left that person filled with rage and spite.

He found someone that he hated. And no matter how he tried, that person could not simply forgive what was done to earn that hatred.

I beg of you, Prospero. Someone please tell me how that person can go back to the way he was. Before he could feel anger and spite, back when he could still grant forgiveness.

[Diarmuid looked away for a moment; he was unsure, even worried.]

Fionn, Grainne-- [Gods, what would they think of him when they knew?] ...there is something I have not yet told you. Forgive me for not doing so until now.

Arturia... [Another pause. She had been there when he had died, she knew the horrible rage he had unleashed that day. Cursing her, Kayneth, Kiritsugu, even the Grail itself. Again he worried that she must secretly detest such a hateful spirit.] When you have the time...I would like to speak with you. Please.

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Definitely hateable material.

I don't know what to do. The fact that I'm bringing this up to you of all people should illustrate just how lost I am about all of this.

Hey, come on, I'm trying to help here. Don't knock my genuine efforts.

I...suppose so.

Hahaha! I like that attitude of yours. As someone who once was a Master of the Martial Arts, allow me to enlighten you in this, Diarmuid.

I prefer doing this in person, if you have no objections.

It was an honest statement, nothing more.

Not at all. My room number is 607, unless you'd prefer meeting elsewhere.

That would be fine for me.

[ and he ends the video and goes. Have a light knock in your door. ]

...I imagine things must have gotten somewhat tense.

[Things usually did when one's mortality came into the picture.]

[Sure, he'll totally answer it for the walking traffic cone of murder.]

Hello, Assassin. [All smiles and cheerful, or at least trying to me.] Please, come in.

[ When he goes to China, he will buy new ones okay!! ]

Thank you. [ And then he comes in, he would smile more if someday I can get him an icon of it. But he has a small smile! ] How are you feeling right now?

Well enough--I suppose it could always be worse. And yourself?

My Master...feared I would steal his fiancee and run once more. Kayneth never gave me a chance to explain or to prove my loyalty to him.

That man?

[ Waltzing in just to plop down on his bed. ~~Totally not in the same place as Grainne because why would I ever do that?~~ ]

Exactly.

[Naaaaaaaaaaah.]

A man of that nature is hardly fit of my husband's loyalty. Should I ever cross paths with him, he will taste the bitter of his own blood by my hands.

What will you do with his presence?

Extraordinarily so. Furthermore, for lack of oxygen, we weren't thinking entirely straight. It... is remarkable th-that... that F-Father retained his composure to the end... t-to his end.

[The prosecutor begins to tear up, and clenches his jaw in an attempt to hold back sobs.]

I don't...I don't know. I hate him, Arturia. I hate him so much.

...Please, don't feel you have to rush yourself. I have plenty of time, and I will listen as long as you have something to tell.

Grainne, this is exactly why I told you. I don't want you or anyone else starting a fight with him--he isn't worth it.

I will not stand by while some sniveling pig tarnishes your reputation!

Please. I ask that you calm down.

[Edgeworth nods with a slowness that would almost seem unnatural if one didn't take into account how much he's having to restrain himself. He's silent for a moment, then takes in a wheezing breath before continuing.]

Yanni Yogi in particular... grew desperate and frantic. H-he decided to try to stop Father from breathing -- by ch-choking him, if my nightmare can be given any weight. In my half-conscious desperation, I... grabbed a gun that was lying at my feet. I didn't know if it was evidence, or the bailiff's; indeed, I... was so addled in the mind at that moment that its proper use eluded me. It merely registered... as a d-dangerous object to th-throw at Father's assailant.

[Edgeworth leans his head on his hand, and the remainder of what he has to say is whimpered as much as stated.] Somehow, it m-misfired. We all l-lost consciousness with two sounds ringing in our ears: the gunshot, and a blood-curdling scream.

[ Stupid husband and his asking nicely. ]

Then allow our lord to teach him the proper lesson he deserves!

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