"None of us said go through the door--" Waver began, but it was too late. Iskandar was off and running, and all Waver could do for a moment was rub the bridge of his nose with thumb and forefinger.

"I swear, he was easier to manage when I was nineteen," he muttered, more to himself than to Kirk. But with that tiniest bit of anger vented, Waver perked his head up.

"We're stuck going after him, but do you want to focus on rescue once we're inside, or backing up the giant who's decided to ignore us? After we get through the fighting, mind you."