[Diarmuid glances around, still not quite ready to part with the candlestick... though he's yet to ever really raise a hand to someone else, so he's not even sure what it would be like — to strike someone else like that, in the hopes of hurting them enough to keep them at bay.]
... Sometimes.
... Being awake, being asleep... it comes with such an uneasy feeling, I've learned.
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... Sometimes.
... Being awake, being asleep... it comes with such an uneasy feeling, I've learned.