[ Diarmuid is, in a way, stupidly selflessly selfish; his stoicism is for his virtues, and he's sometimes blind to its consequences.
But he cares, above all else— it's hard to debate the fact that he has a heart, and he pauses for a moment when he sees that he might have made a misstep.
He knows it's forward of him, but he reaches out to brush off some mist clinging to his Master's hair, thinks about lavender again. ]
...If you have a wish, it's your Servant's duty to grant it.
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But he cares, above all else— it's hard to debate the fact that he has a heart, and he pauses for a moment when he sees that he might have made a misstep.
He knows it's forward of him, but he reaches out to brush off some mist clinging to his Master's hair, thinks about lavender again. ]
...If you have a wish, it's your Servant's duty to grant it.
[ He says, with conviction. ]