...After the war I knew I wasn't the same person without him...like something had just gone missing entirely even though I barely knew him at all. Now, after everything, I know I can't fully be myself without you. Maybe I haven't changed as much as I thought--maybe I'm still even more flawed and weak than I want to admit.

[Waver pulled Diarmuid closer with his other arm, resting his head on the knight's shoulder.]

I'm sorry that I'm so fucking broken. But this is...the only place I can be that stupid, weak-hearted self I hate admitting to.