//well i'm not made of steel
WHO: croibhristeoir and truthsnomiracle
WHAT: Discussing combat training. Also probably angst.
WHEN: December 28th, midday
WHERE: Diarmuid's hotel room, possibly elsewhere.
RATING: PG-13
[It was an uncomfortable silence the two had lapsed into on the way back to the hotel, Diarmuid adjusting his glasses awkwardly before settling on having his hands in his coat pockets. This was a difficult situation, one he truly was not remotely sure how to approach. To think Edgeworth had such terrible things in his past was surprising to say the least. It would have been difficult for a knight to withstand, let alone an ordinary human.]
[Well, he could refocus himself on something that was second nature--combat. Several among them seemed to be gathering and offering lessons; how could one of the most skilled in the Fianna neglect to do so as well? Truthfully, he looked forward to it. Teaching Issei was entertaining as well as useful for both of them, and even though Diarmuid had rarely taught anyone to fight in his lifetime he was more than happy to help however he could.]
[That was really all he wanted to do, in the end: help people. No matter what it took.]
WHAT: Discussing combat training. Also probably angst.
WHEN: December 28th, midday
WHERE: Diarmuid's hotel room, possibly elsewhere.
RATING: PG-13
[It was an uncomfortable silence the two had lapsed into on the way back to the hotel, Diarmuid adjusting his glasses awkwardly before settling on having his hands in his coat pockets. This was a difficult situation, one he truly was not remotely sure how to approach. To think Edgeworth had such terrible things in his past was surprising to say the least. It would have been difficult for a knight to withstand, let alone an ordinary human.]
[Well, he could refocus himself on something that was second nature--combat. Several among them seemed to be gathering and offering lessons; how could one of the most skilled in the Fianna neglect to do so as well? Truthfully, he looked forward to it. Teaching Issei was entertaining as well as useful for both of them, and even though Diarmuid had rarely taught anyone to fight in his lifetime he was more than happy to help however he could.]
[That was really all he wanted to do, in the end: help people. No matter what it took.]