towerofjamjars | Good End Meme

Good End Meme

Congratulations! Ruana and Jason are dead, Zo got a pat on the head and a cookie - nobody's really sure where Riki went - and you've found a way to restore the destroyed worlds. Zo can send you back to your homes any time you ask him. You're free!

But, once you go, you're never coming back. And you won't ever see the friends you've made here and suffered unimaginable horror with again. No take-backs - your life in the Tower is done.

Maybe now's a good time for some tearful goodbyes. Or, you could always stay in the tower... Without the experiments and the monsters, it's not such a bad place, is it?

(Post with your characters, what they're doing, whether they're staying or going, etc.)

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[And that was it. The words he hadn't wanted to hear. For the first time since they had won, the joy slips completely off Diarmuid's face. He is quiet for a moment, wresting with his emotions, before walking over and punching Cu Chulainn as hard as he can in the jaw. In the very next motion, he pulls his brother into a tight hug and buries his head against the other man's shoulder.]

Why? Why can't you just think of yourself for once you stupid lovable idiot! I don't want you to die! I-I don't want you to forget me...

[His head is thrown back by the force of the blow. Before he can ask Diarmuid what the hell had possessed him to do that, he gets enveloped in the hug. He closes his eyes and tries hard not to cry as he hears Diarmuid's words.]

I-I...

['I can't think of myself because I'm too busy thinking about you. Because you never think enough of yourself.']

[That's what he wants to say. But the words won't come out.]

I...I don't want to die either! And hell if I'll ever forget you!

[But what goes unsaid is that it doesn't matter what he wants. What matters is what he has to do.]

Then stay here!

[There are so many things Diarmuid wants to say. Why hasn't he said any of them before now? Has he really thought they would all just remain here forever?]

Didn't you always tell me I should do what I want instead of what I feel I have to do? If you don't want to die, stay here! Stay here and help everyone else who is staying behind. Please...

[It's selfish of him to say this, but...]

Do you really think I will be able to be happy leaving with Waver if I know you are just going home to die? How can I accept my brother ending like that? How?

Stay here. Watch this place for me. Let me know it's in good hands. Let me...

[His voice trails off into sobbing for several moments before he finally manages to whisper.]

...let me be selfish. Just this once...

[Cu Chulainn himself just gives up and sobs, burying his face in Diarmuid's shoulder. For several minutes he cries and even trembles, before he looks up and answers.]

...That would be good. If I could actually do it.

[He tries to give Diarmuid a reassuring smile.]

But you understand, don't you? How important promises are? Ayaka helped me with putting Misaya to rest, so now I need to go get Saber back for her. Who knows? Maybe I won't even die. I'll just live and remember you.

[He doesn't want Diarmuid to cry like this. He can't die in peace if he knows he'll just leave his brother hurting.]

D-don't give me that!

[Diarmuid pushes away from him, anger cutting through the agony in his eyes.]

We both know that's not how the Grail Wars work! You will die and you will forget everything. You'll forget me and everything we have been through! You'll forget Misaya and you'll forget the very reason you went back! And for what? A corrupted vessel that grants nothing but pain and sadness!

Stay here! There is so much you can do here...

[He pauses, turning away suddenly, to hide his face since he knows he's not going to be able to make it as steady as his voice is.]

If you won't stay, I guess I will just have to. I'll watch the people here. I will just tell Waver...

[And he stops there because it hurts to much to finish the sentence.]

[He grits his teeth.]

W-what the fuck are you saying? This is your chance to be happy? Why are you just gonna throw it away to stay here?

[He shakes his head.]

Dammit! I won't even be by your side for it, so why?

[He sounds utterly hysterical, and try as he might, he can't hold back his tears.]

Don't be stupid, brother!

[Diarmuid raises his head slightly, but doesn't turn back to face Cu Chulainn. He can't. He knows what he is saying is cruel, but he just can't let this happen. Even if it means that his brother will hate him, he would rather have him alive and hating him than dead loving him.]

I won't be able to be happy there knowing you left just to die. If I can't be happy there, there is no reason to go. I will stay here where I'm needed. Your bed will still be here. The room will still be ours. At least I will have that instead of the guilt of knowing that my last and greatest selfish act was to go and be happy when I failed someone else I care about so very much.

[It's tempting. So very tempting to tell him to stay so the two of them could be together forever. But Cu Chulainn has his promises and Diarmuid needs his happy ending.]

You can't do that! I-I won't let you do that!

[If he needed to knock Diarmuid out and cart him to Waver's side, then he would.]

Oh? You won't will you?

[Diarmuid suddenly turns to face him, anger flashing through the tears in his eyes.]

Well, I won't let you go back to die stupidly! You deserve to be happy just as much--no more--than I do! So what do we do now, hmm? What?

[Lancer cracks his knuckles.]

And what makes you think I won't be happy about being able to meet my end honorably?

[Other than the fact that he's already confessed to not wanting to die.]

How about all those times you told me you didn't want to die? How about there being no honor in dying to save one person when living would save so many more? How about every damned time you told me to take better care of myself because I can't help anyone if I am dead?

[His anger melts away into pure frustration.]

Why are we doing this? Why are we fighting like this when we should be happy? I don't want to part from you like this! At this rate...

At this rate I would rather we hadn't won at all! At least then we could have stayed together!

Shut up!

[He grabs Diarmuid by the collar.]

That's because it's you!

[Diarmuid knows about what happened between Lancer and his Master. If anything, he should approve of what Cu Chulainn has decided to do.]

I am no different than you! Aren't we equal, brother? Aren't we?

[Diarmuid doesn't try to pull away. He just lets his brother grab him.]

If nothing else you deserve even more than I do! You have denied yourself here so much because of me, and I was too weak to stop you. Well I won't be weak now! Not anymore! This is too important to me.

DAMMIT!

[He slams his head into Diarmuid's forehead.]

So what if I gave up so much to keep you happy? Are you really just gonna waste my efforts?

[Diarmuid flinches back a little at the blow but still doesn't pull away.]

Why am I not allowed to sacrifice for you when you have sacrificed so much for me? Tell me!

[His anger starts to fade back into pain. He doesn't want to be fighting with his brother. It hurts as much as the idea of him dying does. Diarmuid just wants to hold him and not let go. Tears start to flow again and he goes limp, reaching for Cu Chulainn.]

Please...

Because...because you've already suffered too much!

[He raises a hand to wipe away his brother's tears.]

I told you before. I was a hero who had a happy life. I'm not the one who needs a chance to be happy in his second life.

[In his first life, he had friends. He had a wife who loved him. He did whatever he wanted to do. But Diarmuid had been caught up in tragedies that were no fault of his own. And in the end, his brother had died twice, betrayed by Masters who he had devoted himself to.]

So stop crying and go with Waver, alright? It's your turn to be happy now.

How can I be happy knowing you will...

[His head falls forward to rest against his brother's.]

I will always feel like I abandoned you. It will never be okay. I will always want you there. I wish...I wish you could come with me and Waver. You could help us destroy the Grail. You know how troublesome he is. I could use your help...

[Cu Chulainn releases Diarmuid's collar to put his arms around the other Lancer in a hug. He can feel the tears slipping down his cheeks.]

Whether I go back to my world, or if I stay here, I'd want you with me too. But...if I went with you, who would be my Master?

I...I don't know. Maybe Waver will know? We can ask.

[Diarmuid buries his head against his brother's shoulder.]

Maybe Waver can take us both for a while. Just until we can go back and find you a real master. Or maybe...maybe I could be. I was told there was a version of the 5th war where the Caster summoned her own servant so it's not impossible! I probably wouldn't be a very good master, but I can try...

You'd...be willing to do that?

[It all sound good, but he knows Diarmuid is no Caster. And in the end, the prana would come from Waver anyways. It would be an added strain for him.]

[Diarmuid steps back so he can look him in the eye and let him see how serious he is.]

Yes! I would do it for you. And once we get where we are going, we can look to find you a different master if you don't want to stay with me. I know...you are probably already worrying about the prana drain. We won't be fighting in a war, so that would help.

[His mouth twitches up slightly in a nervous smile.]

What do you say? Maybe we can find you a pretty lady to work with? Or you can just hand out with me and Waver in the losers club for a while...

...Thank you.

[Just knowing that Diarmuid is willing makes him smile.]

How long do you think you can give me? To think on this, I mean?

[It was hard. Duty and desire were clashing in him. It was a somewhat unfamiliar feeling, if only because this time, desire was threatening to win out.]

However long you need.

[Diarmuid reaches out and squeezes his brother's shoulder.]

I don't know that Waver is in too big of a hurry. He won't rush me out of here before I am ready anyway, and I won't be ready until this is settled.

Got it. And are you gonna stay by my side until I make up my mind?

I would like to, but if you would rather me leave you to yourself for a bit, I will do that.

[Though much less willingly. Diarmuid has this strange irrational fear that if he leaves his brother now, he will never see him again.]

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