The thought of the twisted, winding sentence that was Waver's life ending so abruptly didn't strike fear in the young man's heart at first; it was annoyance. Even if he wasn't a terribly powerful individual, he wanted to at least have a semi-colon before meeting that ultimate period.

"Like the winter always comes at the end of the year, right?" Waver blustered, for he was small and filled with determination to be a little more than just an easily trampled sapling in the wilderness of the world. "Like how a clock always strikes midnight at the end of each day."

He shook his head. While he didn't harbor a fear of death, he didn't seek it-- nor did he appreciate it seeking the two of them out.

"Why do you even want us anyway? We haven't done anything of interest to anyone, especially you."