Semyon had stepped up to the misty, slow-flowing surface of Daisy's portal before Max spoke. The Wight paused at the words, looking back to the man, then to the young Reaper, then to the gate.

Then, he sighed, a sound heavy as the northern winds echoing from the depths of his form.

"We all go through." He said, finally, shaking his head as if it might convince himself of the words. "No less."

It was the only choice. Even with Daisy's 'now-or-never' warning ringing within his skull, Semyon knew he wasn't going to step through that portal right now. She knew something he didn't, something important enough to stay in this place. Reaper or not, the land of Death did not seem any kinder to her as it had been to him... and Max was staying to. The one who had attacked Daisy from the start, who seemed to have found his senses, but had turned too quickly from one extreme to the other.

If it had been just Daisy left behind... No. Not even then, and certainly not now.

Settling in with his back to the portal, the Wight kept his eyes on the area around them. If Max wanted to try and distract Fenris -and knew of a way to do that- Semyon couldn't stop him. He [i]could[/i], however, hold off anything else that came their way, and once more let Daisy do what she needed to.

So exactly what he had been doing until now, with possibly less chance of leaving.

He wasn't sure how, but Semyon felt another heavy sigh welling up within. It didn't shake his resolve, however, and he stood steady to face whatever he had to before the three of them could leave.