“They are awful, I try to avoid them when I can.” He found it too frustrating to deal with people like that, and it was bad enough he had to in his day to day at work let alone his downtime. Though admittedly, that wasn’t always the best way to deal with it. Reines going to them without him seemed to present the other lords with another target, negating the point of her leaving him at the school. The similarity between a lot of mages and demons wasn’t missed by Waver either, he’d thought as much himself at times. Especially when anything involving the three clock tower factions was involved.
“I’m not being defensive!” He responded shortly, voice jumping in an octave slightly with an embarrassing pitch that it sometimes took on, before stopping himself from saying more. Grinding his teeth slightly, he knew to go much further would only end up bringing more down on his head. She really was like Reines in that, see an opening and take it for her amusement.
“The proof is already stuck on the network backlog, so it’s not like I could deny it if I wanted to.” He responded with a roll of his eyes. Sure, it didn’t prove he’d been a child maybe, but it did prove he hadn’t always been quite as he was now. He was more interested in hearing more from Illyana though. It was an odd flow of conversation to hear more of this side of her. A stark contrast to the woman who seemed to enjoy getting under his skin, something he realized she probably guarded more often than not. “Sometimes it’s the connections one least expects that become the most important… That she became so close even when you came back older and different says something.” And… Well, it tugs at a thread attached to Waver’s heart, considering his own situation with the person he cared who he hadn’t seen since he was a teenager.
The question gets an awkward pause, though. Unfolding his arms, he slipped the book from where it was tucked under his arm to look over the cover thoughtfully again. It was a thick hardcover, well worn, with a library tag on the spine. “It’s an anthology of the works of Homer. A big idiot stole it from a library during the grail war.” He responded with a shake of his head and a slightly amused upturn of his lip at the memory.
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“I’m not being defensive!” He responded shortly, voice jumping in an octave slightly with an embarrassing pitch that it sometimes took on, before stopping himself from saying more. Grinding his teeth slightly, he knew to go much further would only end up bringing more down on his head. She really was like Reines in that, see an opening and take it for her amusement.
“The proof is already stuck on the network backlog, so it’s not like I could deny it if I wanted to.” He responded with a roll of his eyes. Sure, it didn’t prove he’d been a child maybe, but it did prove he hadn’t always been quite as he was now. He was more interested in hearing more from Illyana though. It was an odd flow of conversation to hear more of this side of her. A stark contrast to the woman who seemed to enjoy getting under his skin, something he realized she probably guarded more often than not. “Sometimes it’s the connections one least expects that become the most important… That she became so close even when you came back older and different says something.” And… Well, it tugs at a thread attached to Waver’s heart, considering his own situation with the person he cared who he hadn’t seen since he was a teenager.
The question gets an awkward pause, though. Unfolding his arms, he slipped the book from where it was tucked under his arm to look over the cover thoughtfully again. It was a thick hardcover, well worn, with a library tag on the spine. “It’s an anthology of the works of Homer. A big idiot stole it from a library during the grail war.” He responded with a shake of his head and a slightly amused upturn of his lip at the memory.