I won't see Cecil unhappy just so I can be happy! I--

[Diarmuid's words cut off when he realizes he just said the name of the person he cared about without meaning to. If there was any color to his face besides violet, it would be draining away right now.

He curses in Ancient Gaelic under his breath and reaches out, grabbing his brother by what would be the collar if they looked normal.]

I swear to you. I will kill you myself if you hurt her because of this! Let things be!