I remember the dream--what happened to him--and I still don't believe that about you.

[Slowly, Diarmuid makes his way down the front stairs bringing himself a little closer to Laurent and the horse. Closer, but not too close. He couldn't reach out and touch either of them even if he tried.]

Bad things happen to good people, and sometimes, they even twist those people into things they never wanted to be. I won't hold that against you no matter how much you want me to.

I won't touch you if you don't want it, but a world without touch is a lonely place, a place no one deserves to be no matter what they have done.