Well...this one would be my first death because I was foolish enough to believe when my master told me he forgave me.

[His fingers lightly trace the jagged lines across his stomach. Diarmuid rolls his eyes up from where he has been looking at the scar, so that he is looking at the other servant again.]

I was not so successful in slaying the monstrous boar as you were when you slayed the monstrous dog that gave you your name.

And this one should have a match on my back...

[Diarmuid looks back over his shoulder and seems to find exactly what he is looking for because a bitter look crosses his face.]

Yes...you tend to have matching wounds when you are forced to drive your own spear through your chest...