"Of course not." There was no judgment or condemnation in those words, but a tired and resigned understanding as Waver picked up his own teacup. "For people like us, there never is. It's one thing after another after another, walking an endless battlefield with countless pieces left behind that could never be picked up."

He took a drink and set the teacup down again, sighing quietly.

"...It's not fair. Not to you or anyone else. And I'm sorry that you weren't given the time to let that pain settle in and scar over. You've been running across that battlefield bleeding out this entire time, and it's cruel to you that it sounds like there was no other choice."