[Diarmuid doesn't respond with words. Instead, two memories begin at the same time as if they both believe they fill the request. They jumble together so it is hard to tell what is going on for several moments, but then they stop and one starts again on its own.
A small boy runs happily down a bright and well-decorated hallway. His giggles make it clear that whatever reason he is being chased for, it is not a bad one. Instead, it is a game. In the doorway to a room, he pauses to look back over his shoulder and then ducks in. Once inside, he hops up and down a few times until he manages to pull a light blue cloak free from the table is has been left on. Boy and cloak then make their way to the bed on the far side of the room. It takes several more hops for the boy to pull himself up onto the bed, but eventually he makes it, pausing to peek at the door. When he sees no one there, the cloak goes over his head...
Then, suddenly, neither boy or cloak are visible on the bed. Where did they go? A soft giggle make sit clear the boy is still in the room, but he cannot be seen at all...
Not long after the boy vanishes, a tall blond man with long hair comes into the room. There is a knowing look on his face like he realizes exactly where a certain little boy might be, but instead of going right to where he is hiding, the man begins to search the room. Even when a muffled giggle sounds in the silence, he doesn't go straight to it. Eventually, though, his search leads him to the bed and he grins down at it...
...before suddenly reaching down and gathering the boy into his arms. The boy bursts out laughing and only starts laughing harder when the man starts spinning him around. As he is spun around, the boy cries out in an excited voice over and over:
"I'm flying! I'm flying!"
The memory fades out at that point, but right on its heels a second one starts...]
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A small boy runs happily down a bright and well-decorated hallway. His giggles make it clear that whatever reason he is being chased for, it is not a bad one. Instead, it is a game. In the doorway to a room, he pauses to look back over his shoulder and then ducks in. Once inside, he hops up and down a few times until he manages to pull a light blue cloak free from the table is has been left on. Boy and cloak then make their way to the bed on the far side of the room. It takes several more hops for the boy to pull himself up onto the bed, but eventually he makes it, pausing to peek at the door. When he sees no one there, the cloak goes over his head...
Then, suddenly, neither boy or cloak are visible on the bed. Where did they go? A soft giggle make sit clear the boy is still in the room, but he cannot be seen at all...
Not long after the boy vanishes, a tall blond man with long hair comes into the room. There is a knowing look on his face like he realizes exactly where a certain little boy might be, but instead of going right to where he is hiding, the man begins to search the room. Even when a muffled giggle sounds in the silence, he doesn't go straight to it. Eventually, though, his search leads him to the bed and he grins down at it...
...before suddenly reaching down and gathering the boy into his arms. The boy bursts out laughing and only starts laughing harder when the man starts spinning him around. As he is spun around, the boy cries out in an excited voice over and over:
"I'm flying! I'm flying!"
The memory fades out at that point, but right on its heels a second one starts...]