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[ waver thinks about it for a second, before nodding ]

Ah, bloody hell, why not.

[ he sits down, staring at the glass ]

[ A few moments of pause. ]

Waver, I... I don't think an apology would be at all enough, but... I'm sorry.

...It isn’t.

[ waver has to be honest with her. he felt angry that she would accuse someone that he cared about so much. however— ]

But it’s not like I’m gonna be angry at you forever ‘cause of that. Alex isn’t angry at you or anyone, but that’s mostly because he thinks his death isn’t permanent to us or whatever. If I had been stuck in your position...I would’ve probably done the same. [ a scoff ] Well, you already saw what I did, right?

Yes... And I'm not happy about that. About either of you, wanting to throw your lives away.

[ In her frown, there's concern. ]

You...care for each other, but-- you have to be willing to live for each other too, not just die.

Yeah, well it's not exactly how it works here, does it? If you do the math, at least six more bodies have to drop before this thing is over. You know what that means? Only half of us will remain by the end of this.

[ and with that, he'll take a sip of the whiskey to try and wash those facts down. too bad it tastes absolutely terrible and he actually makes a face. ]

Fuck that tastes awful.

[ The cold, calculating math of it all sets her insides cold, but Rebecca continues. ]

So what, you leap at the chance to sacrifice yourself for each other? We're in...the worst possible position, just about. You're right, this continues and...and there's a high chance most of us will be dead. But you can't go inviting that.

Alex does it because that's what he does as a Heroic Spirit. I don't agree with it, but I couldn't do anything else to stop him but to offer my own life.

[ or, well, that's his justification for his own irrationality. it fits, at least. ]

And, well, I'm already prepared to lay my life down for something I want. Before coming here, even.

...You're nineteen, Waver.

And what's that got to do with anything?? I obviously know how old I am. Old enough to make my own decisions.

At nineteen, you're...you're still a teenager, you're still growing. You're just learning how to be some kind of adult! How can you already be prepared to die?

Because that's just what it's like as a Magus. You have to give your entire life for your Magecraft or else there's no point. That's why I decided to participate in a war against other Magi-- it's something you wouldn't understand.

You're right, I don't. Does that kind of thing really make you happy?

It's not like I'm some suicidal maniac, Gales-- I only did that because it was Alexander.

[ but he knows that he's not answering her question either-- has he ever been happy in the clock tower? ]

Whether I'm happy or not doesn't matter. I have to keep on working to make those idiots back at home acknowledge my talent-- so I can become as good as any other mage.

And you have to put your life in danger, to do that? Crivvens, Waver, it does matter. If what you're doing doesn't make you happy, then...then what's the point of doing it?

I never said that it doesn't make me happy! I love Magecraft and everything about it-- I wouldn't have given up everything I had before if I didn't.

[ it's just...everything else that he's not happy with ]

But- just listen to yourself, Waver. You're dodging my questions and talking about how you're ready to die, if you must. I-- I'm only saying this because I'm worried.

Well, you said it yourself: you don't understand. You can be worried all you like, but that's not going to stop me from pursuing my life's dream.

And what if that gets you killed, huh?

Then... [ well... that actually makes him hesitate. he's almost died multiple times, especially with saber attacking them but...

what if one day, he does die? would he have any regrets?

no-- don't think about that, waver. you're a magus. ]

Then I die. That's all.

[ She catches the hesitation, raises her eyebrows. ]

...If you're not going to worry about your own life, someone has to.

[ And, it might as well be her. ]

Well, don't waste your breath, Gales. Not unless we both make it out alive.

It's not wasted, if it sinks into your head even a little.

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