Or perhaps he is in as much pain as you are right now and it is easier for him to lash out than think through it.
[Diarmuid's fingers drift from the corner of her mouth back up toward her eyes so he can wipe away the tears that are forming there again.]
Warriors are never good at dealing with strong emotions, mo réalta. Especially those of us who carry the burdens of the past on our shoulders. We have to have control and when that control slips beyond a certain point, we have no choice but to lash out at whatever is there in a desperate bid to regain control of what is going on. I cannot say if that is exactly what is going on in Caesar's right now, but I know it has happened to me in the past.
[He stands then giving her a gentle nudge so that she will hopefully move and allow him to sit next to her on the couch. As he rises, he gathers up the soft blanket and bottle of wine he brought with him from the school.]
I want you to listen to me closely. No matter who your mother or father were in the past, you are yourself. You are not either of them, just as I am not my...sire.
[Diarmuid's eyes darken for a moment and there is obviously a story there, but it is not one he will say anything more about unless she asks. This is about her right now, not him.]
You forge your own destiny. You form your own self. Take your worries and doubts and make sure they never become more than that. They are warnings and guides to make sure you never become what you do not want to be, but that is all they are. They cannot become more unless you allow them to be more. It is not his words that give those worries and doubts power. It is you and you alone.
*breaks out the tissues*
[Diarmuid's fingers drift from the corner of her mouth back up toward her eyes so he can wipe away the tears that are forming there again.]
Warriors are never good at dealing with strong emotions, mo réalta. Especially those of us who carry the burdens of the past on our shoulders. We have to have control and when that control slips beyond a certain point, we have no choice but to lash out at whatever is there in a desperate bid to regain control of what is going on. I cannot say if that is exactly what is going on in Caesar's right now, but I know it has happened to me in the past.
[He stands then giving her a gentle nudge so that she will hopefully move and allow him to sit next to her on the couch. As he rises, he gathers up the soft blanket and bottle of wine he brought with him from the school.]
I want you to listen to me closely. No matter who your mother or father were in the past, you are yourself. You are not either of them, just as I am not my...sire.
[Diarmuid's eyes darken for a moment and there is obviously a story there, but it is not one he will say anything more about unless she asks. This is about her right now, not him.]
You forge your own destiny. You form your own self. Take your worries and doubts and make sure they never become more than that. They are warnings and guides to make sure you never become what you do not want to be, but that is all they are. They cannot become more unless you allow them to be more. It is not his words that give those worries and doubts power. It is you and you alone.