[Diarmuid sighs unhappily at James' words and Kit's story.]

People twisting other people's minds and souls to their will. They don't have to right to do that! Our souls belong to no one but us!

[He starts to say more, but then realizes the spaghetti is ready and falls silent so he can focus on draining it without burning himself. It's a little easier now that he has his bracelet, but it still takes a lot of focus and the last thing he wants to do is ruin supper when it is so close to being finished!]