"Even if you did not. Even if you struck me down for saying them, I would not regret saying them. It sees, they are something you needed to hear," Diarmuid's expression becomes gentle. There is a slight bit of fear in his eyes too as he settles back onto the ground next to Gilgamesh and resumes running a hand through the golden king's hair. He doesn't fear retaliation. No, what he fears are those words...

I'm really... really, really mad.

How does one fight another's madness? How does he keep Gilgamesh out of that darkness, and how does he find the golden king again should he sink in when Diarmuid is not around?

Has he set himself up for another impossible task in a long life of them?

Diarmuid sighs and then rests his head against Gilgamesh's shoulder. It's a wordless reminder that they are together and a silent plea...

Don't chose the madness over me. Don't chose the madness over him.