I-I know, but try telling that to my heart. It's not listening very well today.
[Diarmuid's eyes flick away from Waver for a moment when he notices movement, then they narrow when he realizes the cause of that motion. A lone shadow figure makes its way over to them, stopping not far away from Diarmuid.]
How could I forget? There is one thing you do well. Run.
[There is a soft hiss as Diarmuid draws in a breath through his teeth. Instead of responding to the shadow, though, he forces his attention back to Waver and his 'friends.']
Which one is your version of me?
[Diarmuid doesn't need to ask if one of them is Waver's version of him. Not with how shaken his friend is.]
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[Diarmuid's eyes flick away from Waver for a moment when he notices movement, then they narrow when he realizes the cause of that motion. A lone shadow figure makes its way over to them, stopping not far away from Diarmuid.]
How could I forget? There is one thing you do well. Run.
[There is a soft hiss as Diarmuid draws in a breath through his teeth. Instead of responding to the shadow, though, he forces his attention back to Waver and his 'friends.']
Which one is your version of me?
[Diarmuid doesn't need to ask if one of them is Waver's version of him. Not with how shaken his friend is.]