I'm sorry, I'm not — familiar with this 'gunpowder'.
[He does see how the splotches would be familiar. He stares for a long moment at them, and soon can smell the familiar tang of — something empty and distant crossing his face for a moment before he snaps back to Majima's attention.] Ah, apologize for—? You... You needn't apologize for what's out of your control.
[He pulls his cloak tighter about his neck, steeling his resolve.]
I'll be alright. And I will not hold any of this against you. [He imagines the man must have spilt blood. The Mute, too, had done many nameless and terrible things, and Diarmuid thinks about that often. He knows he must have killed... so many. But... even so...] Such a thing achieves very little.
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[He does see how the splotches would be familiar. He stares for a long moment at them, and soon can smell the familiar tang of — something empty and distant crossing his face for a moment before he snaps back to Majima's attention.] Ah, apologize for—? You... You needn't apologize for what's out of your control.
[He pulls his cloak tighter about his neck, steeling his resolve.]
I'll be alright. And I will not hold any of this against you. [He imagines the man must have spilt blood. The Mute, too, had done many nameless and terrible things, and Diarmuid thinks about that often. He knows he must have killed... so many. But... even so...] Such a thing achieves very little.