Lancer || Diarmuid Ua Duibhne (
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tvk2012-01-07 06:00 pm
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⚔ 016; [video]
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.
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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Hello, Assassin. [All smiles and cheerful, or at least trying to me.] Please, come in.
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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?
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[Awkward turtle is awkward.]
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Sit down and close your eyes. From now and until the end, you will only hear my voice, understood?
[ THIS SHIT IS SERIOUS BUSINESS FOR HIM. ]
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[He'll just do that. Taking this totally seriously.]
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[ He will sit in front of him to show him the meditation posture. ]
Search deeply for your inner self. Where you hidden feelings remain in the shadows. It's just you in this room, young one.
[ /conceals presence like a boss. ]