[Waver took a few steps away before stopping, making a conscious effort not to actually look back. Just what was he supposed to do now? Maybe he complained about Lancer hovering over his shoulder constantly, but...what was he supposed to do on his own other than just be a walking target? As much as he refused to say it, Waver had begun to properly realize there wasn't much he could realistically do.]
...W-wait.
[His voice came out unsteady, posture rigid and hands clenched into fists at his sides. He absolutely hated that weakness in his voice, and he forced it to steady as much as he could with his eyes fixed on the floor.]
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...W-wait.
[His voice came out unsteady, posture rigid and hands clenched into fists at his sides. He absolutely hated that weakness in his voice, and he forced it to steady as much as he could with his eyes fixed on the floor.]
Don't-..I mean, I c-can't...