[ oh, thank god— a Master that seems willing to level with him. or, at the very least, one that cuts right to the chase. a similar brand of forthrightness that he saw in a young man back in his own war: a boy who couldn't have been much older than the girl in front of him right now, Diarmuid realizes.

the association is enough to temper his caution. it's nice, really, being disarmed by someone's so-called honesty. he'd like to think he can trust this, at any rate. ]

I see.

[ actually, he has like 99 questions about everything that's going on here, but he figures that that's not a Good Look. a half-sigh, and his lips quirk in a vague smile. amazing. ]

—Forgive me for my wariness. You happen to be the first Master I've encountered in this place, and the conditions of my current summoning seem to be unconventional, to say the least.