...I don't know. Dealing with that is one thing, something I've been preparing and planning to take care of for months if not years. This place is nothing I could ever have prepared for, and if you ask me it's a hell of a lot more to handle than even the war itself.

[Waver folded his arms, more a gesture of insecurity than the show of confidence or annoyance crossing them usually was.]

Back home I might be kind of low on the scale of abilities, but I have something. In a place like this, I'm next to powerless even compared to half the monsters wandering around. Half the people in this tower have abilities I can barely comprehend, and never mind the administrators. I've had to rely on my Mystic Code so much it's almost sickening. I just...don't think I'm strong enough--mentally or physically--to survive here all that long.

[Maybe seeing that gravestone had shaken Waver more than even he realized, or maybe this was a lot of little things built up into one large issue. It could even have been both, Waver didn't have the faintest idea.]