Yes and no--he offered me a chance. My life or Diarmuid's. Order my Servant's death and he swore to let me live in disgrace.
[He didn't look at Vash, fingers of his right hand curling into a loose fist.]
...And I knew in that instant exactly what had to be done. There's no peaceful reconciliation with someone like that. No negotiation, no way out except through. I would rather have died than let him win, especially like that.
[Waver inhaled slowly, letting out a quiet sigh.]
When he was careless enough to let me answer, I poured everything I had left into our contract to give Diarmuid the strength to immediately defeat Berserker--so he'd have a chance to find me and cut down Kayneth in turn. The last thing I said to him before I finally passed out was cursing him out for being worthless.
I can say 'I didn't have a choice' and that would be true--there was no outcome where someone didn't die at my hands or his. But even if I did...I don't care. If I had to relive that night a thousand times, I would do exactly the same thing every time. Not just because I hated him, but because all I felt when the dust settled was relief. I was relieved that we'd won and I'd finally proven him wrong. Relieved I would never have to see his arrogant face ever again.
That's not something a kind person would think with blood on their hands.
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[He didn't look at Vash, fingers of his right hand curling into a loose fist.]
...And I knew in that instant exactly what had to be done. There's no peaceful reconciliation with someone like that. No negotiation, no way out except through. I would rather have died than let him win, especially like that.
[Waver inhaled slowly, letting out a quiet sigh.]
When he was careless enough to let me answer, I poured everything I had left into our contract to give Diarmuid the strength to immediately defeat Berserker--so he'd have a chance to find me and cut down Kayneth in turn. The last thing I said to him before I finally passed out was cursing him out for being worthless.
I can say 'I didn't have a choice' and that would be true--there was no outcome where someone didn't die at my hands or his. But even if I did...I don't care. If I had to relive that night a thousand times, I would do exactly the same thing every time. Not just because I hated him, but because all I felt when the dust settled was relief. I was relieved that we'd won and I'd finally proven him wrong. Relieved I would never have to see his arrogant face ever again.
That's not something a kind person would think with blood on their hands.