[Lancelot tilts his head slightly, noting Diarmuid's bitter expression, mildly curious at the turning in the conversation.]

I will not say you are wrong to be angered. I too was summoned at the Will of one who had no thought for me save as a Slave. But I have long found it necessary to make my own honor where I could find none.
I do not speak of my Master of course, but of the man who goads him, and who holds my Master's hopes hostage.

I have spoken with both Sakura and with Rin, though the latter moreso than the former, who I have shadowed on occasion also. Why do you ask, then , Diarmuid ua Duibhne?