“For the record, I hate both of those options.” He responded sourly, and he can’t really say what sounds worse… This just being about ‘annoying’ them all, or ‘just super nosy.’ If he had to say which sounded more likely, though, he’d go with the latter because the idea that there was potentially no reason didn’t sit right with the mage. There was always a ‘why.’ There had to be a reason.
If Illyana thought Waver was going to forget how she was avoiding her own secret and that her brushing it off was about the same on the ‘interesting’ scale based on that… She was wrong. Very little got by him and he wasn’t the kind of person to easily forget things. He could be sidetracked at most… Now that look on her face, and the obvious attempt at optimism and comfort was exactly why he didn’t want to actually come out and tell anyone about this. He didn’t want them to have to deal with the fact that they were probably befriending a dead man. Yeah, he’d really like the ability to teleport now.
Expression shifting, trying to sound casual, he shrugged. “Only the most notable get the opportunity to do more beyond death where I come from, and even then, it’s not the same as what you mean.” Waver Velvet was a subpar mage who had done nothing notable in his opinion, the counter force wouldn’t have any interest or use for his soul. “And considering I’m on a train where it’s common for there to be murders easily swept under the rug due to the business conducted there, I’m not holding my breath for a last-minute hero. I didn’t bring anyone adept at healing magic and everyone else on that train would see my death as an obstacle being removed with the upcoming auction than anything worth preventing.” It’s… not easy for Waver to be optimistic. Even Illyana would have noticed he preferred to be realistic and logical when it came to most things. Well… With a few obvious exceptions to that, but this wasn’t one of those things.
Rubbing the side of his neck, he stared into the shadows around even if he wasn’t really seeing anything of note. “It’s not even dying that upsets me, I think… Well, no… I guess I’m a little upset.” He was as afraid of death as the next person, even if he didn’t let it hold him back when something needed to be done… and he also didn’t regret his decisions because it ultimately ensured Gray’s safety in that moment. “What bothers me is knowing I have things I promised to do that I can’t keep to, and people who still needed me to think about.” And being stuck here, knowing he probably was failing to keep both his promises and failing the people who needed him? That sucked.
“But…” He took in a breath, trying to put the discomfort behind him, he chanced a small glance at his friend (that’s what she was whether he openly voiced it or not). “Thanks… For uh…” For trying to make him feel better? For not making light of his obvious weakness and failure? For making him finally get that off his chest after keeping it to himself since he got here over a year and a half ago? All of the above, even if the spirits might be responsible in part for the last one. But this was hard and so he awkwardly ended with a “thanks.”
And it did maybe feel better to get it out, at least to someone. Actually… he finally noticed that the whispers and feeling they brought seemed to be leaving him alone now. Clearing his throat in an attempt to not sound emotional, he focused on that. “You still hearing whispers?” Was asked pointedly as he felt something odd knock against his shoe. Waiting for her answer, he stooped with a frown at something glowing faintly in the shadows. The hell was that?
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If Illyana thought Waver was going to forget how she was avoiding her own secret and that her brushing it off was about the same on the ‘interesting’ scale based on that… She was wrong. Very little got by him and he wasn’t the kind of person to easily forget things. He could be sidetracked at most… Now that look on her face, and the obvious attempt at optimism and comfort was exactly why he didn’t want to actually come out and tell anyone about this. He didn’t want them to have to deal with the fact that they were probably befriending a dead man. Yeah, he’d really like the ability to teleport now.
Expression shifting, trying to sound casual, he shrugged. “Only the most notable get the opportunity to do more beyond death where I come from, and even then, it’s not the same as what you mean.” Waver Velvet was a subpar mage who had done nothing notable in his opinion, the counter force wouldn’t have any interest or use for his soul. “And considering I’m on a train where it’s common for there to be murders easily swept under the rug due to the business conducted there, I’m not holding my breath for a last-minute hero. I didn’t bring anyone adept at healing magic and everyone else on that train would see my death as an obstacle being removed with the upcoming auction than anything worth preventing.” It’s… not easy for Waver to be optimistic. Even Illyana would have noticed he preferred to be realistic and logical when it came to most things. Well… With a few obvious exceptions to that, but this wasn’t one of those things.
Rubbing the side of his neck, he stared into the shadows around even if he wasn’t really seeing anything of note. “It’s not even dying that upsets me, I think… Well, no… I guess I’m a little upset.” He was as afraid of death as the next person, even if he didn’t let it hold him back when something needed to be done… and he also didn’t regret his decisions because it ultimately ensured Gray’s safety in that moment. “What bothers me is knowing I have things I promised to do that I can’t keep to, and people who still needed me to think about.” And being stuck here, knowing he probably was failing to keep both his promises and failing the people who needed him? That sucked.
“But…” He took in a breath, trying to put the discomfort behind him, he chanced a small glance at his friend (that’s what she was whether he openly voiced it or not). “Thanks… For uh…” For trying to make him feel better? For not making light of his obvious weakness and failure? For making him finally get that off his chest after keeping it to himself since he got here over a year and a half ago? All of the above, even if the spirits might be responsible in part for the last one. But this was hard and so he awkwardly ended with a “thanks.”
And it did maybe feel better to get it out, at least to someone. Actually… he finally noticed that the whispers and feeling they brought seemed to be leaving him alone now. Clearing his throat in an attempt to not sound emotional, he focused on that. “You still hearing whispers?” Was asked pointedly as he felt something odd knock against his shoe. Waiting for her answer, he stooped with a frown at something glowing faintly in the shadows. The hell was that?