The surface of the water shifting, changing to show them a scene of battle of epic proportions with the creature that believes itself above them all, holds Wayne's attention, though his expression barely changes. He lifts himself up to carefully sit up on the edge of the spring again, absorbing the chaos quietly.

As the encounter continues the ripples that flow out from himself mar parts of the scene, parts of Leviathan turning to strange clay fragments, a terrible face pulling together out of the darkness and marching ever closer.

"Does everyone deal with this stuff?" he muses.