Jesus, that's a little macabre. [This is coming from the pirate who's grown used to seeing hanging bodies. The relic feels even heavier now in his pouch. Christ, this is going in the Jackdaw, and frankly he thinks it ought to be tossed into the sea, but he's not about to do that without Diarmuid's permission.
He scratches at his cheek, over the stubble.]
Oh. [Well. Fuck.
How many times can a man die over the centuries, Edward wonders, before that does something to him. Before it breaks his spirit. Even Heroic Spirits have a breaking point, Edward's seen Diarmuid snap once before.]
I'll keep it safe and sound somewhere that's secure, [aka his cabin on the Jackdaw,] until you're ready to decide what to do with it. You've my word on that, for what that's worth.
[Diarmuid wouldn't even blame him for casting it into the sea, nor for refusing a request so ridiculous. Indeed, at their hearts Servants too had hearts of humans. Everyone would reach their breaking point eventually.
Diarmuid went out on his own terms the latter two times at least. Though the gravity of those last two times, the consequences that he left Waver in, are things he's coming to add to his endless list of regrets.
He let out a breath he didn't know he held back and with it came a smile that while relieved reflected great pain as well. A heavy weight was lifted but when you live every waking moment carrying it the lightness, the rawness, is exposed to the elements.]
And I trust your word. Thank you for accepting this personal favor of mine. It means more to me than I can express with words.
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He scratches at his cheek, over the stubble.]
Oh. [Well. Fuck.
How many times can a man die over the centuries, Edward wonders, before that does something to him. Before it breaks his spirit. Even Heroic Spirits have a breaking point, Edward's seen Diarmuid snap once before.]
I'll keep it safe and sound somewhere that's secure, [aka his cabin on the Jackdaw,] until you're ready to decide what to do with it. You've my word on that, for what that's worth.
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Diarmuid went out on his own terms the latter two times at least. Though the gravity of those last two times, the consequences that he left Waver in, are things he's coming to add to his endless list of regrets.
He let out a breath he didn't know he held back and with it came a smile that while relieved reflected great pain as well. A heavy weight was lifted but when you live every waking moment carrying it the lightness, the rawness, is exposed to the elements.]
And I trust your word. Thank you for accepting this personal favor of mine. It means more to me than I can express with words.