"I like learning! It's just that I have to ask a lot of questions," Diarmuid looks a little sad for a moment. "I think that annoys people because they know what they are talking about so why don't I? But if you don't mind..."
Diarmuid will never turn down a chance to learn.
"I'm adopted too! We call it fostering back home. My father is a god! A god of love and poetry and youth. Sometimes, I wish he would come here because I think he would like it," Diarmuid takes back his sword and laughs. "It's not balanced for you because you aren't small like me. Someday I will be bigger, but right now I need something my size!"
The boy frowns and shakes his head at Donatello's last statement, "If you don't treat your weapons--no matter what they are--with respect, they will fail you when you need them the most. Besides, my real weapons sing to me! How can I not respect them and call them my partners?"
Of course, Diarmuid's true weapons are legendary ones made by the gods. That makes them just a little different than a normal sword or staff.
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Diarmuid will never turn down a chance to learn.
"I'm adopted too! We call it fostering back home. My father is a god! A god of love and poetry and youth. Sometimes, I wish he would come here because I think he would like it," Diarmuid takes back his sword and laughs. "It's not balanced for you because you aren't small like me. Someday I will be bigger, but right now I need something my size!"
The boy frowns and shakes his head at Donatello's last statement, "If you don't treat your weapons--no matter what they are--with respect, they will fail you when you need them the most. Besides, my real weapons sing to me! How can I not respect them and call them my partners?"
Of course, Diarmuid's true weapons are legendary ones made by the gods. That makes them just a little different than a normal sword or staff.