Hearing that someone as young as hopeful as Diarmuid had to lose someone is bad enough, and it makes him frown in concern as he looks back to the boy. For several moments, he doesn't know what to say.

"That's awful."

Having to feel the loss and not knowing anything about it, not even having any positive remnants that you could comfort yourself with. It's hard enough being able to remember.

"I'm sorry. I can't imagine what that's like."