He is way out of his depth with this. Everything he is drawing on right now is from observation, not experience. Several moments pass as he remains still, racking his memory for something he may have heard or seen or read that would help Diarmuid in any way.

A thought comes to him, slowly. "The only way to prevent sadness is to remove emotion," he murmurs contemplatively. "My people did that. It... did not turn out well... in the end...."