I'm not a loon! I'm a boy!

[Diarmuid giggles, unaware that Damian means something besides the bird that is called a 'loon.'

To be honest, if Damian saw the boy Diarmuid was when he first came back to the city after being home for a year, he would see a completely different boy. One who was a lot more like him. One overly-focused on becoming the best knight he could be and still hurting from losing whatever it was he couldn't remember.

Months in the city with his friends have helped him to return to being more child-like again, though when he is training that far too serious boy comes back.]

Does it help that he can't be killed? Well, he can be, but he will always come back! Then he can go get someone who has poison!

[Not really the point, but...]

I'm sorry. I just get really excited when I talk about becoming a knight. I can't wait to be able to help everyone!