[Waver let Diarmuid pry his hand away, dimly aware he wasn't doing anything to help his problem. Instead he moved to wrap his arms around the knight's waist, holding on as tightly as he could without causing Diarmuid pain as well.]

...You could kill me. [His words were strained, tone grim and quiet.]

Whatever's going on with revival now, if it's still working at all...I'd assume that would replace the fluid we manufactured. But even if you did that--even if you could, it wouldn't help. If we're g-going to get everything back and get out of here, I'll have to do this eventually.

[Hiding his face against Diarmuid's shoulder, Waver didn't manage to repress the obvious shudder that went through him as the constant burning sensation continued.]

Th-there's not any way around it. I don't know what's going to happen.

[Today, that was as close as Waver would get to admitting he was terrified.]