[ He isn't wrong in that; plenty had been happening here long before he had ever arrived, strange occurrences that either fall in line or measure worse than whatever he's come to witness since he's been here.
It isn't his place to demand how Diarmuid decides to cope with it.
There's another sigh, but it doesn't carry the aggravation from before. ]
Just β just tell me if you find yourself in a tough spot, yeah? I'm here now, so ... so make use of me.
Because... he did not want to explain the looping afterimage of his ghost. What would would such a thing do? Part of him still wishes his friends had never learned the truth of his demise. Sometimes he wishes he'd just silently vanished and returned, and he could lie between his teeth.]
You're going to show me how to take better care of myself in a dangerous situation.
[ He doesn't know much else to say beyond that, still not entirely sure the in's and out's of this town, and he sure as hell doesn't know how he's meant to keep track of all of these kids who are taking this thing on on their own.
Maybe it's because he knows Amy's still out there and he can't do a damn thing. ]
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[... Oh, dear, he thinks, sitting at a school bench after attending class.]
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You ain't in bed.
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Besides, I could not afford to miss schooling today...! I'd studied for the math test through the night...
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What do you mean, you don't have a bed?
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I've been sleeping at the homes of my friends. Until the β infestation is cleared.
[THIS WAS NOT HOW HE PLANNED THIS CONVERSATION TO GO BUT HERE WE ARE-]
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What, you got a bug problem?
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Nβno. Mice.
A lot of mice.
I'll have it taken care of, though; you needn't concern yourself.
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That's a pretty thick slice of bullshit there, kid.
[ Sorry, language. Whatever. ]
Look, you asked me to help you out, right? So we ain't gonna be half-assing this thing. Meaning, if you've got trouble, you gotta be honest with me.
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Medieval Europe was a strange place.
But as Pete speaks, Diarmuid bites his lip and looks unsure.]
... Itβs not that. The trouble has already passed β telling you about it benefits neither of us, Pete.
It would only serve to worry you over past events you cannot change.
[Chloe had told him not to withhold anything from his friends, but... itβs true.
Even if he told the man what lay inside the cabin, it would help no one.]
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It isn't his place to demand how Diarmuid decides to cope with it.
There's another sigh, but it doesn't carry the aggravation from before. ]
Just β just tell me if you find yourself in a tough spot, yeah? I'm here now, so ... so make use of me.
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Because... he did not want to explain the looping afterimage of his ghost. What would would such a thing do? Part of him still wishes his friends had never learned the truth of his demise. Sometimes he wishes he'd just silently vanished and returned, and he could lie between his teeth.]
You're going to show me how to take better care of myself in a dangerous situation.
That shall be use enough, Pete.
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[ He doesn't know much else to say beyond that, still not entirely sure the in's and out's of this town, and he sure as hell doesn't know how he's meant to keep track of all of these kids who are taking this thing on on their own.
Maybe it's because he knows Amy's still out there and he can't do a damn thing. ]
Alright. You, uh, you just rest up, kid.
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I'll rest plentifully. No long walks. And drink plenty of water.