"For all the horrors that live within the walls of this place, there are also a great many miracles," Diarmuid takes a few more steps toward her before pausing just to look at her. With her 'armor' gone, there is no denying her identity. He knows that face as well as his own...
Without a word, he falls to his knees in front of her, head bowed in apology. At times, in this place, Diarmuid has felt anger toward her and her actions, but now, with her here, that 'anger' pales in the face of what he knows is real anger--feelings he has felt toward Sephiroth, feelings he has felt toward the Administrators.
Truly, he has never been angry with her, only with himself.
"I am sorry. For what it is worth now, in this place, I am sorry for what I put you through back then. I never wanted you to be hurt or to have to sacrifice for the feelings my curse forced upon you..."
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Without a word, he falls to his knees in front of her, head bowed in apology. At times, in this place, Diarmuid has felt anger toward her and her actions, but now, with her here, that 'anger' pales in the face of what he knows is real anger--feelings he has felt toward Sephiroth, feelings he has felt toward the Administrators.
Truly, he has never been angry with her, only with himself.
"I am sorry. For what it is worth now, in this place, I am sorry for what I put you through back then. I never wanted you to be hurt or to have to sacrifice for the feelings my curse forced upon you..."