[Oh, god, Diarmuid, why must you always take on the failures of others onto your own shoulders? Edward's face crumples, and he shakes his head in response. Diarmuid's so hell-bent on being a good man, a good knight—it breaks Edward's heart something fierce to hear him call circumstances far out of his own control a miserable failure.]
I won't lie and say he won't be heartbroken. He will be, because he loves you—but it'll be for your sake, and not because he believes it a failure. He doesn't, I promise you, he doesn't. He just misses you, that's all.
[A breath.]
Do you want me to bring you home to him, or should we wait for him here?
[Whether Diarmuid's memories are kept, lost or in flux... what will always remain is that he is a knight. And if he was not a knight. He was not Diarmuid ua Duibhne.
Hearing "he loves you" was like another knife to his chest. Diarmuid would shatter if the circumstances were reversed. If the love of his life had no recollection of him...
A weak, still emotionally raw part of him wished to choose neither option. It went up the chain to one a little stronger telling him to remain here for his Master.
But as ever, the brave and powerful knight within him prevailed. Even through the guilt he couldn't hide on his face as he downcasted. Four voices quietly echoing in his head again, calling him a failure were only quiet because he was not alone.]
I think that I remember the way. The lay of the land here, that I still remember though I do not understand why. It is best, I believe, to confront my Master in his own space.
[...]
Though I would appreciate it if I weren't alone for the journey. I ask that you accompany me to his home.
[Not "our" home. It... it didn't feel right to call it that right now. He didn't have the right.]
I'll take you there the whole way. As for why you're able to remember me and Kaisou but not Waver... [He lets out a breath, runs a hand through his hair.] Mate, I'm not sure, either. It might be something about your nature as a spirit bound to your partner, but you and Waver would know a hell of a lot more than I do.
[Except Edward has his best friend's relic stashed carefully away under his cabin's floorboards in the Jackdaw. So he wonders if that's contributed something.
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I won't lie and say he won't be heartbroken. He will be, because he loves you—but it'll be for your sake, and not because he believes it a failure. He doesn't, I promise you, he doesn't. He just misses you, that's all.
[A breath.]
Do you want me to bring you home to him, or should we wait for him here?
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Hearing "he loves you" was like another knife to his chest. Diarmuid would shatter if the circumstances were reversed. If the love of his life had no recollection of him...
A weak, still emotionally raw part of him wished to choose neither option. It went up the chain to one a little stronger telling him to remain here for his Master.
But as ever, the brave and powerful knight within him prevailed. Even through the guilt he couldn't hide on his face as he downcasted. Four voices quietly echoing in his head again, calling him a failure were only quiet because he was not alone.]
I think that I remember the way. The lay of the land here, that I still remember though I do not understand why. It is best, I believe, to confront my Master in his own space.
[...]
Though I would appreciate it if I weren't alone for the journey. I ask that you accompany me to his home.
[Not "our" home. It... it didn't feel right to call it that right now. He didn't have the right.]
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I'll take you there the whole way. As for why you're able to remember me and Kaisou but not Waver... [He lets out a breath, runs a hand through his hair.] Mate, I'm not sure, either. It might be something about your nature as a spirit bound to your partner, but you and Waver would know a hell of a lot more than I do.
[Except Edward has his best friend's relic stashed carefully away under his cabin's floorboards in the Jackdaw. So he wonders if that's contributed something.
But he doesn't say that right now.]
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[Diarmuid will likely be lost within his own mind, but Edward is the closest thing to a familiar tether he had right now. As for his relic...
That was simply too complicated to consider at the moment. That was the territory of a Mage...]