[There's nothing about that that weirds Merida out. Maybe because of all the tales she's heard, or maybe because her own romance is weird in some ways. You love her, huh? She doesn't say it though, doesn't want to presume, leaning against a hand and draping the other across her lap.]

Mother says legends are lessons, that they ring with truth. I know it for fact.

[She thinks on how little they knew about Mor'du, about what really happened, the pieces she'd put together while here in the Drabwurld. She thinks about the other Heroic Spirits she knows, how she barely truly knows them. But she doesn't care. She doesn't care about Cu Chulainn's history, just him as a person. The same with Diarmuid and Saber. Just because their history made them famous didn't mean that it was really what they were like.]

There's always a fine line between what's true and what isn't. It's how this war has dragged on for so long.