[Waver paused, carefully sorting through his thoughts before speaking. He hardly knew this girl, so he couldn't speak to what kind of person she was. But Mami seemed nice enough, and more importantly she was distressed. So he chose his words as carefully as he could.]

L-look, I...don't know much about who should or shouldn't get a second chance. And I know you probably don't want my opinion, but...they keep calling us 'Chosen'. Like some force is going through all these different worlds picking out people based on some prerequisites or algorithms I don't understand. A lot of us seem ill-suited to be chosen for anything, but...I feel like we're here because this place really does need us specifically, not just some random group thrown together from as many parallel universes.

You seem like a nice person, Mami. I can't say whether or not you or any of us deserve to be here, but I don't think arguing or questioning the world will accomplish much.