His fucking facial expression, fuck. He’s fucking calm as hell when his master, whom he has sworn his allegiance to, is insulting his chivalry and loyalty, the fucking aspects of him that allow him to swear allegiance to anyone at all in the first place. FUCKKKK.
Diarmid O’Dyna is a warrior of the Fianna most famous as the lover of Gráinne. Gráinne, intended bride of Fionn mac Cumhail, fell in love with Diarmuid when she saw him in the wedding party. She laid a geis upon him to run off with her, with their long flight from Fionn. Eventually, Fionn pardons Diarmuid. Years later, however, Fionn invited Diarmuid on a boar hunt, and Diarmuid was badly gored. Water drunk from Fionn’s hands had the power of healing, but Fionn would deliberately let it run through his fingers before he could bring it to Diarmuid. He had to be threatened by his son Oisín and grandson Oscar to play fair, but too late: Diarmuid had died.