[Believing in the goodness of the world? He did, once. And oh how he tried to still do so now. He wanted to believe this world was truly beautiful, to see it as he once did as a youthful idealist. Diarmuid tried so hard to see the best in people even now...but he no longer believed the world was inherently good. So few people believed in the honor and pride of a knight, much less gave such things the respect they deserved.]
['Inhuman monsters who have ruined the honor of a knight--']
[He lived by the ideals of a hero, and had been broken for it.]
[Not entirely unlike Kiritsugu himself, at this point.]
[Humanity now was nothing like the world he wanted to protect. Selfish, cruel, self-serving--so many were like Kiritsugu and Kayneth that it revolted him. The belief he held in all the good of this world was flickering like candlelight in a storm, no matter how he tried to keep it going. But what he did still hold faith in was the kindness he had been shown time and again since the end of the Fourth War. Didn't he believe in Grainne? In Neah, Edgeworth, Issei, and especially Arturia?]
[The only path Diarmuid Ua Duibhne could walk now was that which he laid with his own hands. His trust had been betrayed and wounded severely more than once, but that was alright. He would just pick himself up and travel a path without following another. Not now, not ever again.]
[This was no fight for the greater good of the world. This conflict came about because Diarmuid was enraged that someone would take the one person he did believe in above all others, the one he would trust without question...and strike her down.]
You have no earthly idea the force with which you are playing, girl.
[The growl that left his throat would have surprised him, if he cared enough to realize the impending full moon was impacting him too. But of course he didn't care. What was the point on restraining his anger so carefully? Screw Kiritsugu, this woman, Kayneth, and everyone else so disgustingly self-centered in this miserable world. People like them shouldn't have been allowed to exist. Not when they threatened those lingering few that were still good]
[He answered her attack with a similar one of his own, lacking the finely choreographed motions he so carefully executed knight after night. Instead, Maiya would be met with a mostly wild but no less dangerous strike directed towards her legs.]
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['Inhuman monsters who have ruined the honor of a knight--']
[He lived by the ideals of a hero, and had been broken for it.]
[Not entirely unlike Kiritsugu himself, at this point.]
[Humanity now was nothing like the world he wanted to protect. Selfish, cruel, self-serving--so many were like Kiritsugu and Kayneth that it revolted him. The belief he held in all the good of this world was flickering like candlelight in a storm, no matter how he tried to keep it going. But what he did still hold faith in was the kindness he had been shown time and again since the end of the Fourth War. Didn't he believe in Grainne? In Neah, Edgeworth, Issei, and especially Arturia?]
[The only path Diarmuid Ua Duibhne could walk now was that which he laid with his own hands. His trust had been betrayed and wounded severely more than once, but that was alright. He would just pick himself up and travel a path without following another. Not now, not ever again.]
[This was no fight for the greater good of the world. This conflict came about because Diarmuid was enraged that someone would take the one person he did believe in above all others, the one he would trust without question...and strike her down.]
You have no earthly idea the force with which you are playing, girl.
[The growl that left his throat would have surprised him, if he cared enough to realize the impending full moon was impacting him too. But of course he didn't care. What was the point on restraining his anger so carefully? Screw Kiritsugu, this woman, Kayneth, and everyone else so disgustingly self-centered in this miserable world. People like them shouldn't have been allowed to exist. Not when they threatened those lingering few that were still good]
[He answered her attack with a similar one of his own, lacking the finely choreographed motions he so carefully executed knight after night. Instead, Maiya would be met with a mostly wild but no less dangerous strike directed towards her legs.]