[He laughs again, and it's once again that haughty, arrogant tone that Diarmuid may be more familiar with.]

As a Heroic Spirit, yours is a strength that has been passed on through stories throughout the years. You cannot besmirch your own good name by allowing yourself to retread tragedies! [He stretches out a hand grandiosely, confidently.]

I allow your weakness because I am your elder, and because it is only natural that you bend knee to the original hero and king. But if I am ever to entertain a spar with you, Lancer of Fianna, you must hold your head high.