[ The way she says his name is almost as though it were a silent plea for him to stop. In fact, she says it the entire time he speaks, trying to catch his attention. Throughout it all, she doesn't pull back from him, nor show any hint of anger in his confession.
It's difficult, she can admit, being in love with someone when you have a wife already. With a bit more understanding towards Guinevere's situation, she finds her hands moving from his face down his neck until they find his shoulders. With as much strength as she could find, she tries to pull him down towards her in an embrace. ]
I have gone and hurt you in a way I can never undo. [ Typical of her to hoist the blame on herself even when he insists otherwise. Such is the life of a king who wishes to protect their subjects or in this case, a knight who has devoted himself to her. It's the same with Lancelot, she knows, except this time she was the source of conflict. ] I hope you can forgive me someday for this, Diarmuid.
[ Because she knows as of this moment he cannot. She's scared of losing him as she tightens her hold on him, so scared that she's stopped being the carefree maiden he allowed her to be during the week and has reverted to the valiant knight who places others before herself. ]
I can leave. [ It's a small offer, but the best she can give him. ] Leave this place and never return so that you may live your life with your beloved without feeling ... without feeling ... [ She can't even bring herself to say it, because it's unbelievable. Who could love her? Shirou somehow does, but only due to the stress of the war. But no, Archer proves he loves her beyond that, through all of time. ] ... without feeling a thing for me, you know. I could abandon all of this and disappear until whatever power has brought me here decides to return me to my final resting place. So please, please do not think it to be the end of your happiness because of me.
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[ The way she says his name is almost as though it were a silent plea for him to stop. In fact, she says it the entire time he speaks, trying to catch his attention. Throughout it all, she doesn't pull back from him, nor show any hint of anger in his confession.
It's difficult, she can admit, being in love with someone when you have a wife already. With a bit more understanding towards Guinevere's situation, she finds her hands moving from his face down his neck until they find his shoulders. With as much strength as she could find, she tries to pull him down towards her in an embrace. ]
I have gone and hurt you in a way I can never undo. [ Typical of her to hoist the blame on herself even when he insists otherwise. Such is the life of a king who wishes to protect their subjects or in this case, a knight who has devoted himself to her. It's the same with Lancelot, she knows, except this time she was the source of conflict. ] I hope you can forgive me someday for this, Diarmuid.
[ Because she knows as of this moment he cannot. She's scared of losing him as she tightens her hold on him, so scared that she's stopped being the carefree maiden he allowed her to be during the week and has reverted to the valiant knight who places others before herself. ]
I can leave. [ It's a small offer, but the best she can give him. ] Leave this place and never return so that you may live your life with your beloved without feeling ... without feeling ... [ She can't even bring herself to say it, because it's unbelievable. Who could love her? Shirou somehow does, but only due to the stress of the war. But no, Archer proves he loves her beyond that, through all of time. ] ... without feeling a thing for me, you know. I could abandon all of this and disappear until whatever power has brought me here decides to return me to my final resting place. So please, please do not think it to be the end of your happiness because of me.