So she was some sort of negotiator? Waver didn't look convinced, watching her suspiciously as she demonstrated that she couldn't do anything without the glove, which he'd already figured out. It meant nothing. She could be lying.

Not that it mattered if she was lying about that or how much say she got, really. In the end, the part she was right about was his chances at survival. Or lack of chances, as the case may be.

Waver had scooted back away from her a few more inches during his outburst, more crouching now than sitting, with the distinct look of an animal about to bolt. There was nowhere to run. His chest was heaving, breaths loud in the silence and too fast. The sudden spike of panic and movement after so long of doing nothing but lying on the floor of his cage made his head spin.

"What do they want? I had nothing to do with any debt! I don't know what he was doing. I'm not being stubborn. I just don't know."