...It's not only you. After you-...after that happened, I--

[Waver scowled, embrace on Diarmuid tightening.]

I fucking lost it, Diarmuid. I threw everything I had at him. Before that I was worried about killing someone--even someone like him--but I didn't care. I just wanted to kill him, for you and everyone else he'd hurt.

...I can't say I hated how it felt, either. But I...we can figure out some way to deal with all this, can't we?