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[croibhristeoir]

Fionn mac Cumhaill.

[His voice was completely steady, expression as resigned as one who awaited the fall of an executioner's blade. Diarmuid had reached his resolution, and this was all he had left to do.]

You and I need to settle things. Meet me outside the hotel tonight before sunset if you can. I'll be unarmed, and I would ask the same of you.

[Diarmuid would of course be waiting exactly where he said he'd be, in civilian clothes and wearing a new pair of glasses. He didn't need them, no. But as he'd mentioned to Issei, he preferred wearing them here--it was a symbol of the normal human life he'd accepted in this place.]

[He was calm and collected, at least visibly. Inwardly? He was terrified, and had no idea why.]

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[croibhristeoir]

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[Maybe his unhappy ending didn't have to be so unhappy after all. That was really all he'd desired from the Grail, wasn't it? Just a chance to make up for how things had ended on Benn Gulbain so long ago. Now he had a chance to find the less miserable ending his heart had so desired.]

I would like that, Fionn. Truly and honestly, I would.

[croigaiscioch.livejournal.com]

[With all that said and done, Fionn broke off their handshake, and said one thing that he really needed to do when he arrived here.]

...Do you know if there's a tavern nearby?

[croibhristeoir]

I may just know the location of one or two. Shall we?

[croigaiscioch.livejournal.com]

Then let us depart.

[With that, he's allowing Diarmuid to lead the way.]

[croibhristeoir]

Excellent.

[With an honest and heartfelt smile, Lancer turned and started to walk--putting his glasses back on as he did.]