[If he could, he'd shrink to the size of a marble. But he can't, so instead he just wedges himself further into the corner, in the tiniest ball he can pull off. His voice is shaky and tiny and he looks nothing like the kind of person who can slaughter a neighborhood in cold blood.]
[He's not really sure of anything, to be quite honest. But if he just focuses on Cu's face the rest of the room stops tearing itself apart, so that's what he does.
At least until the door suddenly bursts open to the tune of several policemen.]
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[He's not sure what to say, really - he can't see whatever Diarmuid's seeing, and he's pretty sure he can't make it go away]
It shouldn't be able to hurt you...
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[If he could, he'd shrink to the size of a marble. But he can't, so instead he just wedges himself further into the corner, in the tiniest ball he can pull off. His voice is shaky and tiny and he looks nothing like the kind of person who can slaughter a neighborhood in cold blood.]
I'm sorry. I'll be good, so it can stop...
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You don't have to be sorry for anything, you know.
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[He's not really sure of anything, to be quite honest. But if he just focuses on Cu's face the rest of the room stops tearing itself apart, so that's what he does.
At least until the door suddenly bursts open to the tune of several policemen.]