[Diarmuid stares still for a short time, watching with slow, horrible grief at the sight of a little monk doll running to save another — Rua, that's Rua, trying to save Brother Ciarán and the relic — only to be impaled in the side of the head with a sharp bladed weapon. The figure crumples.
Diarmuid's figure runs to try and stop the man opening the box on the wagon. He grabs the man's arm, pulls at him. "Don't touch it! Don't touch it!" An elbow slams into his face, knocks him painfully to the floor with a cry.
Diarmuid steps away with Majima, hands clasping the front of his hooded cowl.]
... I — yes. There's nothing here to help us.
We should... we need to find safe passage from this house.
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Diarmuid's figure runs to try and stop the man opening the box on the wagon. He grabs the man's arm, pulls at him. "Don't touch it! Don't touch it!" An elbow slams into his face, knocks him painfully to the floor with a cry.
Diarmuid steps away with Majima, hands clasping the front of his hooded cowl.]
... I — yes. There's nothing here to help us.
We should... we need to find safe passage from this house.