[Again, he went quiet. The twisting in his chest threatening to rend his heart straight from his body. His King... he would have seen his King again.
He was trapped between the side of him that only wanted Fionn's approval as his second-in-command that never left him and the side that knew the man was no more.
And that the only Master he had anymore was before him, breaking down because he had been always... always thinking of Diarmuid.
But to this end? To his own death? The death of the only man who could begin to build something true and welcoming of this society he was tied to with brambles?
He was... frustrated. There was fear lingering in his heart, Waver wasn't wrong but everything about this.
i lied 3/4
He was trapped between the side of him that only wanted Fionn's approval as his second-in-command that never left him and the side that knew the man was no more.
And that the only Master he had anymore was before him, breaking down because he had been always... always thinking of Diarmuid.
But to this end? To his own death? The death of the only man who could begin to build something true and welcoming of this society he was tied to with brambles?
He was... frustrated. There was fear lingering in his heart, Waver wasn't wrong but everything about this.
Was so, so undeniably incorrect.]