[Saber was him in the end. Him with different experiences, but his heart and soul were the same. He would know that Lancer had these feelings for his Master for so long. Love for the man who allowed him to be Diarmuid.

Waver wasn't the same, but he was. Diarmuid has seen this older Waver for the past month and felt the same for him, if not moreso given just how much pride he had in what his Master accomplished.

Meanwhile for all he was called a "hero", for all Waver didn't want him to say he wasn't one that was all he still believed. He was no hero. He was a traitor, a heartbreaker, a bringer of anguish to those he made connections with.

He would fight all it took. As long as he was allowed to exist in this era. All to be worthy, to believe he was worthy. That hand resting on Waver's cheek stroked it softly with a sad and yet deeply fond smile.]

You have as well, Waver. You are worth so much more than you give yourself any credit for. You mean the world to me. Words alone cannot express how much.

[This was a frightening thing for Diarmuid. But where else was there to look but his guiding light when he found himself at a fearful crossroads? The one who faced his fear head on.]

With this heart of mine in your hands, words on their own could never display how deeply I have cherished you. How grateful I am to be by your side again and to have this chance.

[If they were at all closer their bodies would touch but Diarmuid did so anyway. Able to look him directly in the eyes. Able to lean in.

To press his lips against Waver's with a sigh he didn't know he held back.]