It's startling, but despite Waver's flinch at the collar being grabbed like that and the wrenching of metal so close to his throat, it doesn't actually hurt. In fact, it's an enormous relief.

He sinks back down to his knees on the cobblestone, breathing a little easier.

The other Monsters aren't all so complacent. Some of them seem disoriented and confused but still obedient, now watching their rescuer instead of the human who'd seen fit to treat them like livestock, though only a few even seem capable of thanking him or aware enough to understand what's happening. Two more actually resist, then try to scoop up the remains of their collars in distress.

Moreover, this corner isn't nearly so secluded that nobody will notice. Other patrons are starting to wander closer. Some of the freed Monsters begin to mill about, soon to start drawing major attention. They have to move quickly, and with Berserker alone, it'll be more of a challenge to herd more than half a dozen Monsters toward the nearest Resistance safehouse.

Waver's only distantly aware of all this. It feels... muffled, that strange feeling of disassociation leaving him disoriented and uncomfortable but unable to really be afraid or angry as he should be. Everything seems dulled, and his reactions slow.

"...dunno." The Coven might be safe enough, but he's having trouble figuring out what to do once there. It's difficult to focus on anything that's not immediately happening, and even that feels like it's about to slip through his fingers if he doesn't concentrate hard.

Waver leans against Berserker's chest, shivering, and lifts his head to look around.

"What... about them?"