[Waver looked up at him, concern and confusion flickering through his eyes at such an open expression of emotion. Books were his specialty, not people, and this sort of raw expression of sorrow and pain was incredibly uncomfortable to watch.
He didn't know how to help. Not really.]
...What do you mean, Sir? You still have someone?
[It certainly sounded like it-- and he wished the older gentleman all of the luck in the world.]
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He didn't know how to help. Not really.]
...What do you mean, Sir? You still have someone?
[It certainly sounded like it-- and he wished the older gentleman all of the luck in the world.]