[Honestly, seeing her like that is not odd at all. Diarmuid knows well that everyone has their limits. No matter how strong they are or how well they have taught themselves to hide their emotions, eventually it all becomes too much. At that point, if the person doesn't let themselves get it out, if they don't let themselves lean on others...

Well, there won't be anything left of them in the end. He's seen it happen; he's come too close to having it happen to himself; he's not going to let it happen to anyone else.

Especially not Lisa Lisa.

Diarmuid raises a hand a gently lets his fingers brush the rest of the dampness from her tears away.]

You are human, mo réalta. All of us make mistakes no matter how hard we try. It hurts both us and those who we would never want to hurt, but the first thing we have to do to fix that is to admit we need help.

[His fingertips drift to the corner of her mouth and he can't help but think he much prefers to see her smiling than looking so sad.]

You need to get it all out. The pain, the anger, the sorrow. Clear it out of your heart so that you can clear your head. Only once that is done, can we begin to work out the best way to tell your son what he needs to know and to apologize to Caesar.