Darin had been quiet throughout this entire exchange, but for the first time he makes a sound. And it's hardly the first sound anyone would have expected given the circumstances.
He's laughing. He's laughing loud and raucously, and only pauses as he struggles to his feet.
"Well isn't that something else. You screwed yourself, Diomuhr. Not only did you think you'd weaken my fortitude by showing up in the guise of my brother, but you went ahead and picked a fight with the most stubborn, pig-headed woman I've ever met! And here I thought gods were supposed to be infallible!"
The words 'stubborn, pig-headed' sound strange though, as if Darin's voice was in stereo. That's because, without realizing it, Darin himself is playing a new memory. A memory of their solo fishing adventure. Seen through Darin's eyes the memory continues as he writes in his journal.
'...stubborn, pig-headed woman I've ever met! It's no wonder Shiro and the rest follow her, she has such unwavering faith that it's nothing short of inspiring. In the time I've spent here, I can't think of another person who has faced me down so readily. At first, I thought it just arrogance...her inability to see anyone below her station as anyone worth wasting time on. Now, here we are, almost a year later...and she's appointed me her personal bodyguard. Me! A bodyguard to a princess! If only dad could see me now. But still, I can't help but feel like there's a loneliness about her. It's something I understand and I feel almost compelled to alleviate her of that sorrow. I'll never admit it of course, she'd never let me hear the end of it, but I find myself wanting to be there for her. She's unfailingly kind, even to a joke like me. I find myself admiring her, honestly. I want to help her. I want to break her out of the only shell she's ever known. And I think, in doing so, it might help me too. I mean, if I can help someone like her, someone so strong-willed and courageous, then maybe there's hope for me yet..."
He looks up from his journal and watches Allura's back as she sits on a blanket holding onto the fishing rod he'd bought. He glances back down and adds some more strokes to the sketch he'd been making of her, perched, waiting for a tug at the line. When she cranes her neck back to him to ask what he's drawing, he responds curtly.
"Just the scenery. Focus on the line, will you?" That draws a huff from her, she obviously wanted to see the sketch for herself.
Darin, fortunately, doesn't seem aware the memory is playing, as he's staring Diomuhr down with a wild grin.
"You've made too many mistakes today, Diomuhr. I'm not afraid of Dromas anymore...and now my friends are here and they're gonna make a path for me to see the light of day again. So, what'll it be? Wanna drag this out? Because I can do this forever."
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He's laughing. He's laughing loud and raucously, and only pauses as he struggles to his feet.
"Well isn't that something else. You screwed yourself, Diomuhr. Not only did you think you'd weaken my fortitude by showing up in the guise of my brother, but you went ahead and picked a fight with the most stubborn, pig-headed woman I've ever met! And here I thought gods were supposed to be infallible!"
The words 'stubborn, pig-headed' sound strange though, as if Darin's voice was in stereo. That's because, without realizing it, Darin himself is playing a new memory. A memory of their solo fishing adventure. Seen through Darin's eyes the memory continues as he writes in his journal.
'...stubborn, pig-headed woman I've ever met! It's no wonder Shiro and the rest follow her, she has such unwavering faith that it's nothing short of inspiring. In the time I've spent here, I can't think of another person who has faced me down so readily. At first, I thought it just arrogance...her inability to see anyone below her station as anyone worth wasting time on. Now, here we are, almost a year later...and she's appointed me her personal bodyguard. Me! A bodyguard to a princess! If only dad could see me now. But still, I can't help but feel like there's a loneliness about her. It's something I understand and I feel almost compelled to alleviate her of that sorrow. I'll never admit it of course, she'd never let me hear the end of it, but I find myself wanting to be there for her. She's unfailingly kind, even to a joke like me. I find myself admiring her, honestly. I want to help her. I want to break her out of the only shell she's ever known. And I think, in doing so, it might help me too. I mean, if I can help someone like her, someone so strong-willed and courageous, then maybe there's hope for me yet..."
He looks up from his journal and watches Allura's back as she sits on a blanket holding onto the fishing rod he'd bought. He glances back down and adds some more strokes to the sketch he'd been making of her, perched, waiting for a tug at the line. When she cranes her neck back to him to ask what he's drawing, he responds curtly.
"Just the scenery. Focus on the line, will you?" That draws a huff from her, she obviously wanted to see the sketch for herself.
Darin, fortunately, doesn't seem aware the memory is playing, as he's staring Diomuhr down with a wild grin.
"You've made too many mistakes today, Diomuhr. I'm not afraid of Dromas anymore...and now my friends are here and they're gonna make a path for me to see the light of day again. So, what'll it be? Wanna drag this out? Because I can do this forever."