[ You know what's great about Noble Phantasms??? The fact that you can't tell someone to pick it up off the wall and bring it to you, that's what. Gáe Dearg could conceivably break this stupid mistletoe spell in a second, but it's infuriatingly out of his reach for the moment. Let's say that he can't just... summon it... because Reasons.
So here's Diarmuid, infuriatingly pretty and infuriatingly troubled, looking back and forth between his beloved golden lance and Ai, who is similarly beloved. What a conundrum. ]
I seem to be... [ he clears his throat. how humiliating... to be this way in front of his Master?! ] ...Stuck.
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So here's Diarmuid, infuriatingly pretty and infuriatingly troubled, looking back and forth between his beloved golden lance and Ai, who is similarly beloved. What a conundrum. ]
I seem to be... [ he clears his throat. how humiliating... to be this way in front of his Master?! ] ...Stuck.
[ kill him now ]