“A sad truth, but a valuable one to keep in mind nonetheless, I’m afraid.” It was an unfortunate lesson to learn, but it was one Waver found everyone learned eventually, as pessimistic as it may seem to some. Though… he often wished the young had the luxury of waiting longer to learn it. Reines not even a pre-teen, his students much the same… The trust he had from them all had been earned, hard earned with some… Questionable choice on their parts as it felt sometimes. Though Reines had enough hanging over his head and the Velvet family crest in Melvin’s hands, so perhaps she simply felt more secure for it. In some ways he supposed having remained blind to it till his teens when he sold everything to attend class at the clock tower had been a blessing as much as it had been a rude awakening to what he’d been warned of when his mother was still alive.
Waver hummed a little, fingers drumming lightly on the arm of the chair. “It would be nice for the opportunity, but it also depends on how forthcoming they might be with information about their research… If the sole survivor of the incident doesn’t know much, there is a chance that the head might not be particularly eager to share…” That, of course, was based upon Waver’s experience with powerful mage families trying to keep their secrets and doing very stupid things (in his opinion) to keep things in their own control. “I would’ve liked to have had the chance to see the actual research materials and documentation for analysis… But according to someone I spoke to, nothing survived the reset as far as they’ve found.”
Illyana… Waver let out a small sigh at that, “Having met the woman, you're probably right… But I do see her at the academy, should the opportunity arise, I’ll see what I can learn.” Which would in all likelihood be nothing if Illyana didn’t want to talk about it, but it would be useful information to know nonetheless… He wasn’t keen on testing it out or experiencing it for himself either way, though.
A wry smile crossed his face at the statement, “You’re not wrong about that, certainly. We do have the time.” And he wasn’t going anywhere, now was he? Not back to the Rail Zeppelin anytime soon, or his space in the red building. He was camped here for a reason, and it just gave him an excuse to hang around in a comfort zone for a little longer.
And damned if he didn’t have it in him to say a flat out not to her as she continued to explain. There was a particular bubbling feeling of anger in him, one that would have likely exploded more easily in his younger years... It was one that sprang up when he was reminded of what Svin’s parents had done to him for the sake of the family magecraft, or Gray for what her entire village had been trying to do to her… The list went on from there, and now he couldn’t help but feel this added to the bunch for all that he had only just met the young woman. But the reception of such thoughts and opinions wasn’t always good, and he’d rather piss off the people responsible than their victims. “Then I believe I should have the time for at least explaining that much if you're interested… But first...” He straightened slightly, shaking his head at the apology. “If you were to try to paint any of that in a positive, cheerful light, I’d frankly be rather concerned. So no apology is necessary. It seems to me that you did what you could with an impossible situation that was thrust upon you and your group by circumstances caused others.” And it was obvious for a variety of reasons why she felt so responsible, but the blame was due on those who’d caused it… Not on the cleanup crew, as much as others might pressure one to think as such.
Again, he could be a bit hypocritical when it came to the blame game... But the young should not grow up to be him, in his opinion.
His response said, he gently pushed a pile of books out of the way to clear the table slightly… It didn’t do much considering the mess, but it was obstructing the space between them slightly. “Now… I presume that if our worlds share similarities, that you’ve heard of the Holy Grail, yes?”
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Waver hummed a little, fingers drumming lightly on the arm of the chair. “It would be nice for the opportunity, but it also depends on how forthcoming they might be with information about their research… If the sole survivor of the incident doesn’t know much, there is a chance that the head might not be particularly eager to share…” That, of course, was based upon Waver’s experience with powerful mage families trying to keep their secrets and doing very stupid things (in his opinion) to keep things in their own control. “I would’ve liked to have had the chance to see the actual research materials and documentation for analysis… But according to someone I spoke to, nothing survived the reset as far as they’ve found.”
Illyana… Waver let out a small sigh at that, “Having met the woman, you're probably right… But I do see her at the academy, should the opportunity arise, I’ll see what I can learn.” Which would in all likelihood be nothing if Illyana didn’t want to talk about it, but it would be useful information to know nonetheless… He wasn’t keen on testing it out or experiencing it for himself either way, though.
A wry smile crossed his face at the statement, “You’re not wrong about that, certainly. We do have the time.” And he wasn’t going anywhere, now was he? Not back to the Rail Zeppelin anytime soon, or his space in the red building. He was camped here for a reason, and it just gave him an excuse to hang around in a comfort zone for a little longer.
And damned if he didn’t have it in him to say a flat out not to her as she continued to explain. There was a particular bubbling feeling of anger in him, one that would have likely exploded more easily in his younger years... It was one that sprang up when he was reminded of what Svin’s parents had done to him for the sake of the family magecraft, or Gray for what her entire village had been trying to do to her… The list went on from there, and now he couldn’t help but feel this added to the bunch for all that he had only just met the young woman. But the reception of such thoughts and opinions wasn’t always good, and he’d rather piss off the people responsible than their victims. “Then I believe I should have the time for at least explaining that much if you're interested… But first...” He straightened slightly, shaking his head at the apology. “If you were to try to paint any of that in a positive, cheerful light, I’d frankly be rather concerned. So no apology is necessary. It seems to me that you did what you could with an impossible situation that was thrust upon you and your group by circumstances caused others.” And it was obvious for a variety of reasons why she felt so responsible, but the blame was due on those who’d caused it… Not on the cleanup crew, as much as others might pressure one to think as such.
Again, he could be a bit hypocritical when it came to the blame game... But the young should not grow up to be him, in his opinion.
His response said, he gently pushed a pile of books out of the way to clear the table slightly… It didn’t do much considering the mess, but it was obstructing the space between them slightly. “Now… I presume that if our worlds share similarities, that you’ve heard of the Holy Grail, yes?”