"But you... Do you want me to go away?" Diarmuid sits back from her slightly, hands coming up to rub at his face as if doing so might help him better understand what she is saying. "Don't you... Wait a minute, what do you mean your 'mistake?'" His hands drop again, and he gives her a concerned look. "What aren't you telling me? Please, just say it! There is too much I don't know, don't understand. Why are you a Servant? You should have lived the rest of your life peacefully with the children! What happened?"