Having finally accepted the reality of the situation, Waver allows Ozymandias to pull him along, maintaining the rough grip on his wrist as they weave through the crowds and away from the sounds of the military Witches and their horrible weaponized Monsters taking over the street behind them. Undoubtedly, they're looking for signs of whoever is responsible for this too-- though of course the general knowledge that it's 'the Resistance' is inescapable. Catching them has clearly been the hard part, and each time something like this happens, it's a new chance for any of their members to be caught and taken care of.

Waver and Ozymandias are pseudo-dignitaries with the proper paperwork, sure, but it likely won't look great for them to be caught up in this. And more than that, Waver is painfully aware how close he is to losing control; that's the opposite of what they're supposed to be modeling here.

So he shuts up, puts up, and focuses inward. With Ozymandias leading, all he has to worry about is keeping enough of a check on his emotions to keep himself from slipping. It's alarmingly difficult, especially without either of his Bonded nearby. Maybe it's the many spells woven into the wall, something about Dorchacht itself or maybe just the distance, but his Bonds don't feel quite as firm and clear as they should. Or, quite possibly, he's just that upset.

Waver looks up when Ozymandias stops them, then out over the mess of broken stalls and spilled goods. He nods. They can make their way through. And, hopefully, they can make it out from that side without having to encounter any of the militarized Monsters stopping people in the street.