"You won't even wait until we get back to the room? Are you that afraid of me?" Waver asked dryly, looking between them with a sigh.

He'd been well-behaved all this time. He'd kept his promises. He hadn't caused trouble. It seemed so vastly unfair, suddenly, among all the other injustices.

After getting some time without the cuffs, away from both his room or the interrogation room, getting a shower and some fresh clothes, he actually felt more energetic than he had in days. And with that newfound energy came anger.

"I know I can't run. You know I can't run. Why in the world would I lie about this? Give me a break. I've given you everything you guys asked for." Or as close as he could to it, though it frankly wasn't much to use as leverage. Still.

Waver kept his arms crossed over his chest, staring up at the guard defiantly.