My apologies. Formality is a preference. [ he can't call him 'master', and 'waver' is too intimate, would remind him too much of other times.

that much is good to know. he's too tired and out of sorts to deal with petty rivalries right now. at the question, though, he offers a small nod, curling gloved hands together to keep them from reaching out. ] My master's wish-- [ your wish ] --was for my sake. I wanted nothing but to serve an honorable man, to make up for the oath I made in life. But he-- [ he cuts himself off, fingers tightening around one another, pain in his chest as he forces himself not to look away. ] My master is the only man worthy of my service. I have been at his side since.

[ even here. at a distance, quietly, he'll serve. ]