Diarmuid raises an eyebrow at that, "Did he? He either really thinks he needs your skill or he is that desperate. He is not one who easily gives up any of his treasures, though I have a feeling I don't really need to tell you that."

To be honest, Diarmuid has a feeling it is more about desperation. Gilgamesh's obsession with fixing Saber pushes the man closer and closer to madness. All Diarmuid can do is keep trying to pull him back away from that.

The things that Lancelot fear happening are all things Diarmuid has thought about. He has thought about them time and time again, and yet he still holds fast to his belief that Gilgamesh can be more, "Great men are capable of both amazing acts of good and terrible acts of evil. It all depends on the influences around then and what people expect them to do." Diarmuid finishes his drink and sets the glass away for a moment, "Fear him and he will begin to crave more fear. Respect him and he will learn to crave respect. Coax him to do small good deeds and he will begin do larger ones over time."

"You ask if I am sure, and my answer to you in an unequivocal yes. The battle is one I am certain I wish to fight. If I do not try, then there is no doubt he will become another Reynard. If I do try...well, who knows what great good may come from my efforts?"