[A sick, twisted laughter claws itself from Diarmuid's throat. Honestly, he's not sure who has said what to him. The words swirl around him in a blood-stained, suffocating vortex. Something dark rises inside of him bringing with it a blissful kind of separation, a separation that numbs the pain that what is left of his rational mind feels while releasing a rage that first found freedom several months ago and has yearned for it ever since.
The blood flows more freely from his eyes now, but he doesn't seem to notice it as his gaze rips and tears into those around him.]
There is no truth besides this...
[His voice is an almost animalistic snarl that only raises in intensity as he speaks.]
Any happiness I find is always torn away from me by those who 'care' for me and whom I do nothing but help. I sacrifice everything for them only to have what little I have left trampled upon by those who only care for their own greed!
[His maddened gaze finds that of Cu Chulainn who is still kneeling at his side.]
I curse you who swears love, but knows not how to love. Whose sweet words and promises are nothing but hollow lies.
[His eyes dart to Lancelot who stands not far away-who is still holding Waver's cooling body.]
I curse you who swears to loyally protect that which he loves, but knows only how to betray and break all that comes to his hands.
[Finally, his eyes find Kariya's tearing into the man like daggers.]
And I curse you who speaks of love when he knows nothing but blind obsession. He who is too weak to truly ever know real emotion.
[A sound that is cross between a growl and a choked sob tears its way out of his throat.]
I curse you all! I curse this place! Did I not suffer enough before? Why? Why do you all think my suffering so beautiful it must continue like this forever?
Why?
[Diarmuid reaches up drawing his fingers down the side of his face in a clawing motion smearing the blood there even further. The words that he speaks next come out in a voice far too calm to be sane.]
Remember my pain. Remember my agony. The next time you feel your own, remember! This is what I feel! This is what I want you all to feel! I will not suffer alone any longer!
[Another choking sob tears its way from his throat and he buries his head in his hands.]
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[A sick, twisted laughter claws itself from Diarmuid's throat. Honestly, he's not sure who has said what to him. The words swirl around him in a blood-stained, suffocating vortex. Something dark rises inside of him bringing with it a blissful kind of separation, a separation that numbs the pain that what is left of his rational mind feels while releasing a rage that first found freedom several months ago and has yearned for it ever since.
The blood flows more freely from his eyes now, but he doesn't seem to notice it as his gaze rips and tears into those around him.]
There is no truth besides this...
[His voice is an almost animalistic snarl that only raises in intensity as he speaks.]
Any happiness I find is always torn away from me by those who 'care' for me and whom I do nothing but help. I sacrifice everything for them only to have what little I have left trampled upon by those who only care for their own greed!
[His maddened gaze finds that of Cu Chulainn who is still kneeling at his side.]
I curse you who swears love, but knows not how to love. Whose sweet words and promises are nothing but hollow lies.
[His eyes dart to Lancelot who stands not far away-who is still holding Waver's cooling body.]
I curse you who swears to loyally protect that which he loves, but knows only how to betray and break all that comes to his hands.
[Finally, his eyes find Kariya's tearing into the man like daggers.]
And I curse you who speaks of love when he knows nothing but blind obsession. He who is too weak to truly ever know real emotion.
[A sound that is cross between a growl and a choked sob tears its way out of his throat.]
I curse you all! I curse this place! Did I not suffer enough before? Why? Why do you all think my suffering so beautiful it must continue like this forever?
Why?
[Diarmuid reaches up drawing his fingers down the side of his face in a clawing motion smearing the blood there even further. The words that he speaks next come out in a voice far too calm to be sane.]
Remember my pain. Remember my agony. The next time you feel your own, remember! This is what I feel! This is what I want you all to feel! I will not suffer alone any longer!
[Another choking sob tears its way from his throat and he buries his head in his hands.]