[Why didn't she...? Why didn't she understand this?]
[No...he knew why. He knew exactly why. 'I love you'. Every single day of his life he heard those words in one context and one context alone. And each time it only brought pain to everyone involved. Diarmuid inwardly cursed his own stupidity, lamented that he was too selfish and careless to know when those words should never, ever have been said.]
[Arturia Pendragon had not lived nearly the same way as Diarmuid Ua Duibhne, and not only due to the vast differences in status. While he understood the love and respect between knights and those they fought for, at the same time hearing it directed at him was rare in comparison.]
[She surely loved those who served under her. While he had died hated by the one who he served without question.]
[Their innate understanding of the concept of love were simply each the polar opposite of the other's. He couldn't make her understand, not if he had all the time in the world and all the words of a thousand poets.]
[So he dared to do something unthinkable. Commit sacrilege that he would forever know would be unforgivable.]
[Diarmuid made his point the only way he could; with the faintest brush of his lips against hers. It could almost not even be called a kiss, for how scarcely he lingered there and how hesitant he was to do it properly.]
[He was terrified. But this was the only way he could even begin to communicate his concept of love versus her own.]
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[Why didn't she...? Why didn't she understand this?]
[No...he knew why. He knew exactly why. 'I love you'. Every single day of his life he heard those words in one context and one context alone. And each time it only brought pain to everyone involved. Diarmuid inwardly cursed his own stupidity, lamented that he was too selfish and careless to know when those words should never, ever have been said.]
[Arturia Pendragon had not lived nearly the same way as Diarmuid Ua Duibhne, and not only due to the vast differences in status. While he understood the love and respect between knights and those they fought for, at the same time hearing it directed at him was rare in comparison.]
[She surely loved those who served under her. While he had died hated by the one who he served without question.]
[Their innate understanding of the concept of love were simply each the polar opposite of the other's. He couldn't make her understand, not if he had all the time in the world and all the words of a thousand poets.]
[So he dared to do something unthinkable. Commit sacrilege that he would forever know would be unforgivable.]
[Diarmuid made his point the only way he could; with the faintest brush of his lips against hers. It could almost not even be called a kiss, for how scarcely he lingered there and how hesitant he was to do it properly.]
[He was terrified. But this was the only way he could even begin to communicate his concept of love versus her own.]