[Diarmuid understand that need to move as he is feeling it himself to a degree, but as his body tenses to move, his wound reminds him of why it would be a bad idea. He hisses softly and then forces himself to relax into the chair he is sitting in.]

I...gave him the opportunity. He was probably just waiting and I handed it to him on a silver platter. I thought I could change them. I thought I could make them understand we wouldn't just sit by and let them hurt our friends and family. Instead of doing any of that, I gave them the chance to do exactly what I wanted to stop them from doing in the first place.

[He is ashamed of his actions, but he's not going to let that shame cripple him as it has in the past. That is why he is working so hard to change things. Diarmuid is not going to allow this to happen again.]

But there is no way to teach one who does not wish to be taught. There is no way to make listen one who wishes to listen to none but himself...