After I’d gotten my blood transfusion, and before Donn had left with Dermot’s corpse, I grabbed Red Spear and carefully stored it inside my Bag. I tried to apologize to the god for killing his son, but he waved my apology off, saying I’d done them both a favor. “Aenghus had kept my boy in thrall all these long years, reviving him only to poison his mind and send him on senseless errands. You’ve done us no ill here, young druid, so erase those regrets from your mind.”
Interesting Donn not angry he's pleased that son free at last
