Those eyes again...
The excitement of winning the first battle with his Master's aid faded. Lancer closed his eyes and tilted his head back slightly, his handsome face full of sorrow.
What were loyalty and righteousness? What was love?
After Diarmuid fled with Princess Gráinne, Fionn mac Cumhaill, consumed by jealousy and rage, sent all his forces after the eloping pair, hunting them like beasts.
The battle against the giant Searbhán, the battle against the nine Garbs, and the fight against Fionn's foster mother, the "Mill Witch"... The heroic deeds Diarmuid and Gráinne accomplished during their flight even surpassed the fame he had earned in the Knights of Fianna. Yet to Diarmuid, who had wholeheartedly wished to become a loyal retainer, those legends were profoundly ironic.
Whenever his twin spears tore through an enemy, his chivalry was torn apart with them. The conflicting ideals of loyalty and Geis tormented him, yet his exquisitely wielded demonic spears still pierced his opponents before confusion could rise in his heart, causing needless deaths.
One woman and two men—rivers of blood and mountains of corpses, all for the love and convictions of those three people.
Seeing those pointless sacrifices, Fionn was ultimately the first to yield. The old lord finally acknowledged Diarmuid and Gráinne's marriage, granted Diarmuid the status and territory he deserved, and took him back as a retainer.
This was the peace Diarmuid had longed for, but Fionn had never truly forgiven him.
He knew that Diarmuid was bound by a geis to die at the hands of a boar—one transformed from his half-brother on his mother's side—and deliberately arranged for Diarmuid to encounter it.
After Diarmuid was grievously wounded by the boar, Fionn knew full well that his healing water could save him, yet twice spilled the water cupped in his