[Cu Chulainn's mind is almost complete blank as Lancelot talks, but at the end, he can hear the words.]

[If only because they cut into him as hard as Diarmuid's had.]

...Not the only one.

[He mutters, in a strange, cracking voice that doesn't even seem to come out of his own mouth.]

You're not the only one.

[Who is he talking to? Lancelot? Diarmuid? Who is he talking about? Lancelot, Diarmuid, Kariya, or himself?]

[All of them are dying inside and all of them are damned.]

[If Diarmuid's words had frozen his blood in his veins, then this anger stirring within him is heating it up again.]

So you've got no right to tell anyone what to do!

[And that's when he notices his brother stirring. It's like someone flips a switch in his brain. He has to be by Diarmuid's side. To protect him better than he had before. So that his promises will no longer be empty.]

Brother...

[The harder Diarmuid struggles, the harder Cu Chulainn holds him. He would be his brother's support, his brother's shield.]

[Diarmuid would never have to alone again.]

[No, rather than that, Cu Chulainn doesn't want to be alone to drown in his failures.]

I-I'll do better now, Brother!

[Go where you want to go, do what you want to do, be anything you want...This time I'll keep my promise so just don't leave me...]