[The word only gets about halfway out of Diarmuid's mouth before he is hit hard enough with a realization that he lets go of Laurent's arm in surprise.
Not 'Dame' as in a woman's title, but 'Dame-' as the beginning of a name. Of...
Could it be the man from January's dream?
For a moment, Diarmuid feels sick. He didn't intend to pull forward such a painful memory. He was just worried.]
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[The word only gets about halfway out of Diarmuid's mouth before he is hit hard enough with a realization that he lets go of Laurent's arm in surprise.
Not 'Dame' as in a woman's title, but 'Dame-' as the beginning of a name. Of...
Could it be the man from January's dream?
For a moment, Diarmuid feels sick. He didn't intend to pull forward such a painful memory. He was just worried.]
I'm sorry. I mea--
[No, he's not going to make this worse.]
I'm sorry.