[Another nod of acknowledgment--this time with a strangely forlorn look to accompany it.]
[It was an upsetting matter for Diarmuid that he was hesitant to trust others as completely as he once could. More so that it had taken him this long to truly comprehend that one to whom he swore loyalty was deplorable and dishonorable. Defying one he had once called his Master was...well, it was difficult to articulate. 'Conflicting'? No, there was no question Kayneth wasn't worthy of his respect. He had doubted that from the very beginning, but his loyalty to his Master had mostly silenced those thoughts.]
[Maybe 'complicated' was the only word he could find to describe it. His loyalty had been shattered irreparably the night he died; if not by his death, then by all that Kayneth had said less than an hour beforehand. There was no turning back, and Diarmuid would sooner have died again than returned to the side of one so dishonorable. And yet...there was still a lingering part of him that wondered if that anger and hate was misplaced.]
[His self-deprecation was another matter entirely, one Diarmuid hadn't even recognized as an issue before his Shadow brought it up by trying to kill him. Thoughts like 'why is everyone so kind to me when I don't deserve it' and 'if I'm not helping someone then why am I here' had lurked in the back of his mind for far too long.]
[So he understood. Far too well, he knew what it was like to feel like he wasn't worth saving...or worth anything else, for that matter.]
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[Another nod of acknowledgment--this time with a strangely forlorn look to accompany it.]
[It was an upsetting matter for Diarmuid that he was hesitant to trust others as completely as he once could. More so that it had taken him this long to truly comprehend that one to whom he swore loyalty was deplorable and dishonorable. Defying one he had once called his Master was...well, it was difficult to articulate. 'Conflicting'? No, there was no question Kayneth wasn't worthy of his respect. He had doubted that from the very beginning, but his loyalty to his Master had mostly silenced those thoughts.]
[Maybe 'complicated' was the only word he could find to describe it. His loyalty had been shattered irreparably the night he died; if not by his death, then by all that Kayneth had said less than an hour beforehand. There was no turning back, and Diarmuid would sooner have died again than returned to the side of one so dishonorable. And yet...there was still a lingering part of him that wondered if that anger and hate was misplaced.]
[His self-deprecation was another matter entirely, one Diarmuid hadn't even recognized as an issue before his Shadow brought it up by trying to kill him. Thoughts like 'why is everyone so kind to me when I don't deserve it' and 'if I'm not helping someone then why am I here' had lurked in the back of his mind for far too long.]
[So he understood. Far too well, he knew what it was like to feel like he wasn't worth saving...or worth anything else, for that matter.]