[There has been naught left of Diarmuid ua Duibhne to bury but the fang of the boar that took his life centuries ago. That Diarmuid very nearly came to the conclusion of what he wished to do with it knowing the loaded emotions it carried. A conclusion that got lost in this selective amnesia he'd developed.
A near year of progress halted by tangled roots.
It was frustrating. But it was his existence. A knight would not give up when faced with an obstacle.
He would overcome it...]
I will remember him. Little by little I will capture the fireflies again and together they will shine bright. Until then, I have each small light to guide me. And one star bright among them leading me to the right path. One step at a time.
[His guiding star, Waver. Despite his words, there was still pain in his tone.]
The life I lead before becoming a Heroic Spirit was painted by heartbreak. The cursed love spot causing me to crush the hearts of many women who had been victims. Of my fellow knights. My former king.
[Myself.]
... It pains me, Sir Flins. To have broken someone else's heart because of my scattered memories. It feels as though it is woven into my fate... to see the tears, fallen or held back, of those who I cannot in good faith reciprocate the feelings for.
I know that I still feel this affection for him. But it does not feel right when the weight of all that came before is scattered and flying about aimlessly...
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Date: 2025-11-16 02:40 am (UTC)A near year of progress halted by tangled roots.
It was frustrating. But it was his existence. A knight would not give up when faced with an obstacle.
He would overcome it...]
I will remember him. Little by little I will capture the fireflies again and together they will shine bright. Until then, I have each small light to guide me. And one star bright among them leading me to the right path. One step at a time.
[His guiding star, Waver. Despite his words, there was still pain in his tone.]
The life I lead before becoming a Heroic Spirit was painted by heartbreak. The cursed love spot causing me to crush the hearts of many women who had been victims. Of my fellow knights. My former king.
[Myself.]
... It pains me, Sir Flins. To have broken someone else's heart because of my scattered memories. It feels as though it is woven into my fate... to see the tears, fallen or held back, of those who I cannot in good faith reciprocate the feelings for.
I know that I still feel this affection for him. But it does not feel right when the weight of all that came before is scattered and flying about aimlessly...