[That was the only way Lancer could describe the scene in front of his eyes. Holy Shit.]
[He had gone away from the door for a while, content in the knowledge that Diarmuid seemed alright. But he had come back to a limp Waver being held by Lancelot and Diarmuid crying.]
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[That was the only way Lancer could describe the scene in front of his eyes. Holy Shit.]
[He had gone away from the door for a while, content in the knowledge that Diarmuid seemed alright. But he had come back to a limp Waver being held by Lancelot and Diarmuid crying.]
Bro...?
[He turns his eyes onto Lancelot.]
...What did you do?