[ Diarmuid, forever trying to prove that he can't be bullied, never to realize that his attempts are what makes people bully him more. a self-fulfilling prophecy.

though... well. Diarmuid can't say that he knows much about Gilgamesh at all (beyond the stiflingly blinding confidence, the ease with which he wears his oppressive nobility), but the vague promise of something or other in the future seems... important to note, coming from a guy like him.

a pause, and Diarmuid opens his mouth again. considers his words carefully. ] ...What are you implying? [ listen, you can't expect him to anticipate puppy ears and tails in his near future....... ] Despite the circumstances of our summoning, I've been told that this place is more peaceful than not.