Knowing what he did about her situation, maybe it’s not surprising to hear that people being brought back to life was the norm in her world… “That seems to be one of the differences between our worlds then. Guess I could understand why it’s easy to assume death isn’t permanent by default, though.” He offered, but it wasn’t the norm where he came from. Those who made a big enough impact, who had enough power and knowledge to be useful? The counter force would write their soul on the throne of heroes. It would be a lie to say he’d never considered that option, but it was easier to write it off as foolishness, impossible, and not something he wanted or cared about. Is he obviously focusing on the train comment for a reason instead? Yeah. “It does put one in mind of an Agatha Christie novel, I suppose. Although I’m not a detective, so.” The mage shrugged lightly, ignoring the fact that a certain people liked to call him one.
Waver opened his mouth to counter her point with the obvious, feeling guilty and more vulnerable than he’d like to right now. He wasn’t sure what the hell he was supposed to do. Nothing they did here apparently went back with them, and if he was breathing his last breath already, it wasn’t like he’d be waking up on the train as far as he knew. But that tone in her voice, the look she was giving him… Well, it could take Waver a little while to realize that what he was saying was genuinely upsetting someone, but he did sometimes realize it, eventually. Like now. “Yeah… Maybe you’re right…” It just seemed very unlikely based on the facts. At least… all the facts that he currently had, there were some missing and at a later date Illyana would be proven right, and him wrong. Won’t that be fun…?
He was surprised to be sharing as much tonight as he was. It wasn’t really something he expected to be doing. Not in the middle of a dark street, haunted by ghosts. Not with anyone, or anyway, honestly. That said… He knew a hell of a lot about Illyana, and she had shared a lot herself since they met. Maybe there was a certain level of trust and respect there now, underneath all the bluster and annoyance with her teasing.
Then… There was a shift in his posture that suggested obvious discomfort at the accusatory tone in her voice and the comparison to her brother. “They’ll be...” What? Fine? Even he knows that’s utter bullshit. Even if mages were supposed to be somewhat detached from emotions… They were still just teenagers. Teenagers that had proven on more than one occasion what they would do if they got wind of him being in trouble, even on occasions that he didn’t invite them along to help. Reines was… Protective in her own way… And the little sister he never expected to have but cared about as much as if she were a blood relative (not that he was keen to admit it)… And he can almost imagine how his apprentice Gray would take it… So If everyone reacted even half as badly as Olga-Marie did to her governess being murdered on the train not more than a few hours before the attack? It would be a mess.
Illyana might notice he’d gotten very still and dead silent as he tried to think of how to finish what he was saying. It was clear he was feeling both guilty and having a small internal crisis over something he’d been trying really hard to not think about. When he did speak, his voice his very quiet. “I… don’t know. But I couldn’t let things continue as they were, and I can’t imagine you would have done any differently in my position.” Thats about as much as he can bring himself to say, and it’s clear he was finally processing something no one had called him out on before.
“Yeah, yeah…” He grumbled at her awkward joke, even if it was a little forced in an attempt to sound normal and like this wasn’t as big a deal as it was.
Ah, and the mage was latching onto her answer so very quickly, even as he studied the odd stone that he rolled against his shoe. “Thought so.” He responded, glad she wasn’t dancing around the truth. Waver had figured out what their haunters were trying to force, or at least he was pretty sure of it. “I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I don’t anymore… I think that’s what they’re after. A little secret sharing.” Glancing sidelong at her, he took a deep breath. “So you’re probably going to be stuck with them unless you share it.”
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Waver opened his mouth to counter her point with the obvious, feeling guilty and more vulnerable than he’d like to right now. He wasn’t sure what the hell he was supposed to do. Nothing they did here apparently went back with them, and if he was breathing his last breath already, it wasn’t like he’d be waking up on the train as far as he knew. But that tone in her voice, the look she was giving him… Well, it could take Waver a little while to realize that what he was saying was genuinely upsetting someone, but he did sometimes realize it, eventually. Like now. “Yeah… Maybe you’re right…” It just seemed very unlikely based on the facts. At least… all the facts that he currently had, there were some missing and at a later date Illyana would be proven right, and him wrong. Won’t that be fun…?
He was surprised to be sharing as much tonight as he was. It wasn’t really something he expected to be doing. Not in the middle of a dark street, haunted by ghosts. Not with anyone, or anyway, honestly. That said… He knew a hell of a lot about Illyana, and she had shared a lot herself since they met. Maybe there was a certain level of trust and respect there now, underneath all the bluster and annoyance with her teasing.
Then… There was a shift in his posture that suggested obvious discomfort at the accusatory tone in her voice and the comparison to her brother. “They’ll be...” What? Fine? Even he knows that’s utter bullshit. Even if mages were supposed to be somewhat detached from emotions… They were still just teenagers. Teenagers that had proven on more than one occasion what they would do if they got wind of him being in trouble, even on occasions that he didn’t invite them along to help. Reines was… Protective in her own way… And the little sister he never expected to have but cared about as much as if she were a blood relative (not that he was keen to admit it)… And he can almost imagine how his apprentice Gray would take it… So If everyone reacted even half as badly as Olga-Marie did to her governess being murdered on the train not more than a few hours before the attack? It would be a mess.
Illyana might notice he’d gotten very still and dead silent as he tried to think of how to finish what he was saying. It was clear he was feeling both guilty and having a small internal crisis over something he’d been trying really hard to not think about. When he did speak, his voice his very quiet. “I… don’t know. But I couldn’t let things continue as they were, and I can’t imagine you would have done any differently in my position.” Thats about as much as he can bring himself to say, and it’s clear he was finally processing something no one had called him out on before.
“Yeah, yeah…” He grumbled at her awkward joke, even if it was a little forced in an attempt to sound normal and like this wasn’t as big a deal as it was.
Ah, and the mage was latching onto her answer so very quickly, even as he studied the odd stone that he rolled against his shoe. “Thought so.” He responded, glad she wasn’t dancing around the truth. Waver had figured out what their haunters were trying to force, or at least he was pretty sure of it. “I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I don’t anymore… I think that’s what they’re after. A little secret sharing.” Glancing sidelong at her, he took a deep breath. “So you’re probably going to be stuck with them unless you share it.”