Diarmuid's indignance sharpens the amber-gold of his eyes; his tenuous truce with the man in front of him threatens to break, but pride and dignity still his hand. ]
...Hollow words, from the mouth of a man like you.
[ one that refused to face his Master in a true fight between mages; one that would choose deception in favor of honor.
(or so Diarmuid thinks— he's every bit as obstinate and shortsighted as his Master is, really.) ]
What right do you have to pass judgment on chivalry?
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Diarmuid's indignance sharpens the amber-gold of his eyes; his tenuous truce with the man in front of him threatens to break, but pride and dignity still his hand. ]
...Hollow words, from the mouth of a man like you.
[ one that refused to face his Master in a true fight between mages; one that would choose deception in favor of honor.
(or so Diarmuid thinks— he's every bit as obstinate and shortsighted as his Master is, really.) ]
What right do you have to pass judgment on chivalry?