[ It's never been a particularly merciful intent that's guided Diarmuid to make short work of the things he's encountered here. Though he's at least passingly grateful they lack the regenerative properties of Caster's creations, the consideration is a practical one; however grotesque the effort, it's plain he's unaffected by it as he follows the path Sephiroth took around the remains.
Less out of a sense of finickiness, perhaps, and more for some other reason. But that gamble, or maybe something in the words before it, wins a sigh from him. ]
The more you talk, the more I dislike what you're saying. [ His humour comes with a more familiar turn of phrasing; if he's been formal until now, that definitely wasn't. ]
If this pursuit of Nirvana bears any resemblance to Heaven's Feel, you should anticipate the betrayal of any hope it's promised.
[ There's a bitter resentment coiling at the roots of those words that he'd rather ignore, though it's inescapable. A tight grip on his heart is only enough to keep his restless anger in check so long as he doesn't linger on it, and speaking of a part of it so directly strains that hold.
It manifests as a flicker in the substance of his being, too brief to be parsed easily, where difference settles over his unblemished appearance like an afterimage.
He doesn't address it, if its occurrence is something he's even noticed; instead, he seems to consider the man in front of him for a few seconds longer before apparently coming to a conclusion that prompts him to continue: ]
You've treated me fairly, and I have no desire to treat unfairly with you in turn.
[ It would be remiss of him not to offer as much, after all that Sephiroth has shared so much information without making any requests of his own. ]
My name is Diarmuid Ua Duibhne. Know that in this place I have not sworn myself to any Master, nor is it my will to do so.
Nonetheless, it may be right that I lend my aid in this journeyβif that is true, then you need not doubt I will honour it to the most of my abilities.
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Less out of a sense of finickiness, perhaps, and more for some other reason. But that gamble, or maybe something in the words before it, wins a sigh from him. ]
The more you talk, the more I dislike what you're saying. [ His humour comes with a more familiar turn of phrasing; if he's been formal until now, that definitely wasn't. ]
If this pursuit of Nirvana bears any resemblance to Heaven's Feel, you should anticipate the betrayal of any hope it's promised.
[ There's a bitter resentment coiling at the roots of those words that he'd rather ignore, though it's inescapable. A tight grip on his heart is only enough to keep his restless anger in check so long as he doesn't linger on it, and speaking of a part of it so directly strains that hold.
It manifests as a flicker in the substance of his being, too brief to be parsed easily, where difference settles over his unblemished appearance like an afterimage.
He doesn't address it, if its occurrence is something he's even noticed; instead, he seems to consider the man in front of him for a few seconds longer before apparently coming to a conclusion that prompts him to continue: ]
You've treated me fairly, and I have no desire to treat unfairly with you in turn.
[ It would be remiss of him not to offer as much, after all that Sephiroth has shared so much information without making any requests of his own. ]
My name is Diarmuid Ua Duibhne. Know that in this place I have not sworn myself to any Master, nor is it my will to do so.
Nonetheless, it may be right that I lend my aid in this journeyβif that is true, then you need not doubt I will honour it to the most of my abilities.