[She laughs a bit at that, not really telling Diarmuid that that conversation with Gilgamesh had been about Cu Chulainn, because she did accept every part of him. All of them. Watching him with a bit of fascination, Merida's cheeks flushed at the kiss to her forehead, smiling and reaching to return the hug with both of her arms.]
You mean a lot to me, Diarmuid. No matter what, I always will.
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You mean a lot to me, Diarmuid. No matter what, I always will.