[Letting that contrary opinion sink in, Diarmuid couldn't help but sigh. It's something he certainly would tell anyone that wasn't himself... Ah, he ought to know better. But the road to self-kindness was steep and curved and fraught with detours.]
Indeed... it is.
[To think he whose unparalleled beauty was the stuff of legends as much as his chivalry and strength had such clear indicators of his stress. He was not even upset they were being scrutinized so.]
You are correct on all fronts. [It was a mercy that there was no involvement of the Wild Hunt here, but that was an entire can of worms he hadn't the capacity to address right now.]
The longer we spend in that realm, deep in the jungle he created, the more impatient and irate everyone there became. Even I, who as a Saber-class should have resisted such magical manipulations. Perhaps my alignment with this world's Earth element amplified it. I cannot say for certain.
[...]
My nature is not that of a normal man, mortal or otherwise. I am a Heroic Spirit summoned by a Mage to fight in War. Though I still bleed and am able to eat and sleep, it would be more accurate to compare me to a corporeal ghost. I am created from Mana and to Mana I return when I die.
[A short pause for Flins to take that in. Then, he continued quieter.]
I was one of the casualties of that realm. I left behind no body and only returned because the deaths were not permanent. But due to my nature...
[...]
I've lost most of my memory of my home world... The endlessly reaching branches of fate have tangled in my mind and I cannot piece together what "I" experienced and what another "Diarmuid ua Duibhne" has. I've even forgotten a great deal about my summoner. Someone who I once not only called my best friend but my beloved partner.
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Date: 2025-11-12 09:52 pm (UTC)Indeed... it is.
[To think he whose unparalleled beauty was the stuff of legends as much as his chivalry and strength had such clear indicators of his stress. He was not even upset they were being scrutinized so.]
You are correct on all fronts. [It was a mercy that there was no involvement of the Wild Hunt here, but that was an entire can of worms he hadn't the capacity to address right now.]
The longer we spend in that realm, deep in the jungle he created, the more impatient and irate everyone there became. Even I, who as a Saber-class should have resisted such magical manipulations. Perhaps my alignment with this world's Earth element amplified it. I cannot say for certain.
[...]
My nature is not that of a normal man, mortal or otherwise. I am a Heroic Spirit summoned by a Mage to fight in War. Though I still bleed and am able to eat and sleep, it would be more accurate to compare me to a corporeal ghost. I am created from Mana and to Mana I return when I die.
[A short pause for Flins to take that in. Then, he continued quieter.]
I was one of the casualties of that realm. I left behind no body and only returned because the deaths were not permanent. But due to my nature...
[...]
I've lost most of my memory of my home world... The endlessly reaching branches of fate have tangled in my mind and I cannot piece together what "I" experienced and what another "Diarmuid ua Duibhne" has. I've even forgotten a great deal about my summoner. Someone who I once not only called my best friend but my beloved partner.
[And that was soul-crushing.]