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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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The tavern, let us meet there.

[TYPICAL]

I'll be there shortly.

[He's from Ireland.

Did you expect him to be sober when talking Nasushit.]

Very well, then.

[And he's going to wait outside a certain pub Diarmuid tends to frequent.]

[SUP BRO.]

...hello. [If he looked uneasy before, it was multiplied several times now.]

Come, let us go inside.

[He is going to gesture at Diarmuid to follow him inside the tavern.]

Of course. [He'd just follow because of course alcohol solves things.]

[And when they are seated and got their drinks:]

...Tell me more about this war you participated in after your death.

It's called the Holy Grail War. Magi summon heroes of a past age into one of seven Servant classes--Saber, Lancer, Archer, Rider, Caster, Assassin, and Berserker. I was called into the class of Lancer, and my Master's name was Kayneth Archibald El-Melloi.

The point of the war is for the seven Servants to fight until only one remains. The winning Master and Servant pair then claim the Holy Grail, a relic which is able to grant any wish. Even if that wish should require an impossible miracle.

As for my experience in particular...my Master never trusted me. He knew the kind of things that had transpired in my lifetime, and though I did all I could to prove otherwise, Kayneth believed I would steal his fiancee and run. But I wouldn't have, I...

...I had no wish for the Grail. All I wanted was to win for my Master as his loyal knight, and...and bring him victory as I failed you in life.

[Hah, he knows that considering their history, this was not something that didn't end well.

But to Fionn, Diarmuid never failed him. He is the one that failed his own knight, without doubt.]

Did you succeed?

...

[Glancing away and placing a hand over his heart, Diarmuid shook his head slightly.]

I...he ordered me to die. So I did.

[And this is the part where Fionn slams his mug down onto the table, causing some of the liquid gold inside to splash all over the table.]

He did what.

It's ironic, isn't it. I came back hoping for...for a chance to try again and I end up the same way.

[He laughed--or at least tried to, it came out sounding pained more than anything else.]

I must have made some terrible mistake to deserve the same fate twice.

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