"Mmm..." It's a soft sound of acknowledgment since Diarmuid's not sure exactly what to say to that. It's a good thing people aren't usually left completely alone, but losing people makes them sad. He wishes there was a way to prevent that.

"Trying to fight it would be useless then, wouldn't it?" He frowns and pulls away from September slightly, "I don't want people to be sad and loss makes them sad, but if it is always going to be there..."