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[Nothing comes from the locket for a long time, save for soft sounds that, as time goes by, are more obvious as crying. Why would anyone think that? She loses her husband, possibly her children? Or marries someone she loathes with all her heart?

As much as she misses her children, she finds herself for the first time dreading returning and living through such things.]

[Merida's end is quiet as well, though not for crying but more just contemplation. Elsa told her that she changed her mother back, but she couldn't give the same kind of comfort to Grainne. She wants to be there, next to her, if only so she can wrap the other woman into a hug.

After a bit, she speaks, softly.]

I've learned to live with th' guilt an' regret over what happened between my mother an' I, but it doesn't mean it hurts any less. I'd like to go back an' resolve things, but there's no tellin' when it might happen. I just have to live each day not knowin' when I'll see her again. It doesn't get easier, but I promise that it hurts less when you accept it.

[There's the sound of her wetting her lips.]

I know now how one selfish act can turn th' fate of a kingdom. I'll never be able to look back an' not learn from my mistakes, but if I hadn't made those mistakes in th' first place, I wouldn't have learned from them. I wouldn't have grown th' way I have here.

An' you...wouldn't you be just as miserable then as you are now, knowin' th' fate of your husband, if you had gone through with marryin' Fionn? You wouldn't have your children to fight for, or th' love that you do now, supportin' you here.

[She shakes her head.]

Don't live regrettin' what happened, m'lady. I'm sure Diarmuid doesn't,

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Knowing what I do... what I do now, I would marry Fionn if Diarmuid would live, doing what he wants to do most.

[Hiccups, breath hitches, sniffles... everything was there. Her face and ears are read and her throat hurst with the pain. Grainne is not a dignified crier when she is deeply hurt.]

As he is doing here, away from me.

I was selfish once, but that is not love. It is not love...

Love tries.

[Goddamnit Grainne stop breaking her heart when she can't be there to hug you.]

Love tries, an' love hurts an' feels an' a whole bunch of things I can't even begin to understand. If my mother didn't try to love me when I was bein' a right royal pain in th' ass, she would have given up on me. But she never did. Diarmuid might be doin' what he wants to do th' most while he's here, but that doesn't mean you aren't on his mind while he's away. It doesn't mean he cares any less than what he came to while you were on th' run.

[Never.]

That's--... I want him to do what he wants to do most...

[But being away from him hurts.]

It's okay to feel selfish. It's okay to want him there when he isn't.

[She inhales and exhales before continuing.]

Just like it's okay for me to be selfish to want my friends around when they're off doin' their own thing bloody flyin' lizard an' spirit.

Hiccup?

[No, that was't one of Grainne's tear induced ones.]

I know. I have asked him to be near many times, but... always, he goes where he is needed more. I feel as if I have already lost him.

Aye, Hiccup. It makes me worry when I don't hear from them for a while, but I trust them to look after each other.

[As much as she bitched about them, they were still her friends. A pause and then]

If he comes back to you, do you still think that he doesn't want to be near you? This is war, but I don't doubt that neither hell nor high water would stop him from comin' back. You haven't lost him, you're always on his mind.

I know that was true before, back home, but now...

[A sniffle, and she wipes her tears away, sounding a little less in tears.]

He barely returns before he goes again. It is as if he is driven by something. I have needed him since we came here, so much, but I am afraid of telling him so.

Then tell him. Don't dance around an' beat at a dead horse!

[Mer no.]

Communication was what caused problems between me an' my mother, I know now. We didn't do it, just assumed th' other could read our thoughts. Tell him everythin' you just told me you feel.

I have a little, but when does he stay long enough for me to say more? Other times it is neither the time nor the place. I think all it does is make him feel guilty...

[She sighs. It's a hard situation and she fears there is no other resolution.]

If I could keep up with him, maybe I could tell him.

Th' worst you could do is turn him into a bear like I did mum.

[There is a very long pause on Grainne's end while she stares at the locket. Finally, with a tiny sniff, she answers.]

Your turned your mum into a bear?

[Yes, she's surprised, but there is a teeny, tiny bit of humor.]

Gods above, girl, you should have gone for a wolfhound.

[She laughs a little.]

I don't think I had much of a say in th' animal. Th' witch was a bit...er...fond of bears.

[She's glad that she managed to distract her a little though.]

I just wanted a spell to change mum's mind about th' marriage but I didn't specify that enough.

Oh, Merida, I do not think there is any magic in the world that could change a person's mind lest it turn her into an unthinking shell.

[She sighs sadly, running a hand through a lock of hair.]

I hope all goes right for you.

Aye, I know that now.

[How foolish she'd been. There's a small smile to her voice.]

Do you at least feel better now?

[Did she feel better? After learning all she had from Merida, her feelings were confused at best, but better was definitely a relative thing.]

Aye. Thank you for talking with me. I have a lot of thinking to do.

[Better is definitely a relative thing, though still she sighs a little.]

I'm glad I could help you, even if it was just talkin'.

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