[Looking uncertain, Waver raised a hand to the pendant he wore and started idly fidgeting with it.]

I hadn't held any value in sentiment for a long time. All I really felt were anger and bitterness when I wasn't being an arrogant little shit. Then after everything, I...realized I enjoyed having someone to rely on after relying only on myself. Attaching myself to the only few remnants I had was the only way I could even try to remind myself that someone had cared whether I lived or not.

[He closed his hand around the ivory shard tightly, looking to the floor.]

That's...pathetic. Ten--no, eleven years and I still can't just get over it.