All that you've accomplished has been by your own hand, and I was by your side for very few of them.

[Days still passed where Diarmuid felt the weight of his many, many failures as a knight. And Waver deserved the credit Diarmuid gave him, why else would he give it time and time again?

And yet not take any of it for himself.]

I couldn't imagine myself doing anything in this land than following your light. [A hand brushed Waver's hair behind his ear. They supported each other. Changed one another. Made an impact on one another's lives that could never be replicated in three hundred million other possibilities. They were the one in several million and that's all Diarmuid needed.]