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Impressed? Maybe. Intimidated? Not likely. Sorry.

[He's faced down armies of 800 plus men, fought a giant cyclops, and hunted monstrous animals. Little intimidates him anymore.]

But what is so wrong with being cute? It's not a bad thing.

It's offensive! People don't take cute things seriously.

[ Totally not puffing up at his phone in affront. ]

[Aw...what a cute little pufferfish!]

People who don't take things seriously just because they are cute are fools. Cats or dogs can be cute, but then they can turn right around and maim or kill you. My daughter was cute, but she could easily gut a man. She took her training just as seriously as her brothers did.

Your daughter?

[ He hasn't heard this, before. Or perhaps he did, when he was sick; but the aftereffects of the Chaos cloud, as well as the fever, make anything from those days difficult to recall. ]

[It also doesn't help that--thanks to the Grail bringing him back in the prime of his life--Diarmuid doesn't really look old enough to be a father.]

Yes, I had five children. Four of them were boys and one was a girl. The youngest actually. She was a curious girl, that one, and always wanted to be doing what her brothers were doing. I think the modern term for someone like that is a 'tom boy?'

Tom boy is correct. And five children, huh. Did any of them I mean Are any of them like you?

[ Alive, as a heroic spirit. ]

I...honestly don't know. I would like to think that, but they were all still young adults when I...'left' them.

[What he doesn't know is that Clan Campbell claims descent from him which means at least a couple of his kids must have done something right...]

I bet they all became heroes in their own right. You set a good example, Diarmuid.

I do my best, but in the end it comes down to what is really in the soul of the person who I am being an example for. A person can only teach another so much, after that it is up to them.

[ That one goes over his head. Fwoosh. ]

You make it sound like one of them may have gone rogue. There's no way your children could have been anything but heroes.

[Well, he is pretty short. Maybe once that grow spurt hits...]

There is really no way to know that they didn't unless we can find a copy of something that has some of the history of the Fianna and my Lord Fionn in it covering the time after I died. That is information I do not have myself.

[ If it ever does. ]

Unfortunately, I never came across a copy of anything like that.

[ Which is a shame. He'd like to be able to help, in this case. ]

[Maybe if Damian is in the city long enough?]

It's all right. Sometimes it is best not to know. Just...in case.

[It would kill him to know that most of his children died at the Battle of Gabhra. Yes, they were warriors' deaths, but the battle was one fought because of Fionn's foolishness...]

[ The city probably should probably prepare for the eventuality that he is going to get bigger. ]

Yeah, you're right. You're--

[ Awkward, fumbling. He's not used to this kind of concern. ]

--okay, though? Here.

[ He doesn't enjoy the thought of Diarmuid being unhappy, or lonely, in Ruby City. ]

[It's too bad that Damian can't see the smile on Diarmuid's face. He appreciates the concern. He really does.]

Sometimes the school seems a little empty now that it is so close to being finished, but I am sure that will change once it is opened and more people are visiting.

[And that is the closest he will get to admitting that just maybe, sometimes, he gets a little lonely...]

I'll be there. Every day. Can't slack on training just because Father isn't here.

[ Won't be alone. ]

That's true. And you wouldn't want Dick to get ahead of you now, would you?

[Thank you, Damian.]

You know, sometime I should get a pet to be the school's mascot. What do you think I should get?

He could never. I'm leagues ahead.

[ Excuse you, kiddo, Dick can show you the floor whenever he wants. ]

Hm. Have you considered Mordred for the position?

Sure you are...

[And he is totally not laughing at the Mordred crack. You saw nothing.]

Mordred has already accepted the job of gopher. I don't want to overburden her...

[ He knows you laughed, Dia. ]

True. Limited responsibilities are the best choice with that one.

[ Everyone knows Damian wouldn't let her be mascot, anyway. Duarmuid is his mentor. He only shares Pendragon because of blood rights. ]

[There is no proof. He is alone at the school right now...]

So not Mordred. Do you have any other ideas?

[He is just going to quietly sidestep that dig at Mordred. You like her, Damian. Admit it.]

[ He has a sixth-sense for these things. ]

Honestly? I'm not very familiar with companion animals, or animal mascots. I have heard good things about those small dragons everybody seems to be getting. But they're common by now. Maybe a unicorn?

[ No. ]

[His sixth sense is wrong...]

A unicorn? Don't those only let pure-hearted maidens near them? I am certainly neither of those things.

[ N o p e. ]

I don't know about the maiden thing, but it'd be one-of-a-kind as far as mascots go.

[Y e p.]

That is true. It would be a lot more unique than a dog or a cat, though, I have to admit I do think the little dragons are nice as well.

[Amusingly enough, despite all the fantastic creatures that roamed Ancient Ireland, they had no dragons. Dragons were always creatures that people spoke of other places having. To see them now--no matter how common they might be--is still amazing to Diarmuid.]

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you just been waiting to bust out that icon haven't you

Hehehe...

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