"What? No talking? How is that any different from killing me?"
Wade snapped, "Even if I get burned to death, hacked to death, or stabbed to death, I will never agree to that! I, Wade, have dignity, and talking is my dignity.
"I will never let anyone seal my mouth shut like that Wade's Shame. Never."
At that moment, Wade was utterly unyielding, like a valiant warrior. Death said, "It's only for one day. Once the job is done..."
Death whispered the last part in Wade's ear. No one else heard it.
Wade's eyes lit up when he heard her offer. He immediately mimed zipping his mouth shut, indicating that he would never speak another word.
Hera scoffed, "What happened to that 'never' of yours? And where's your dignity?"
Wade was just about to speak when Death raised her hand and slashed through the air, cutting away his ability to talk. There was no helping it; Wade simply couldn't be trusted. Without doing this, there was no way to stop him from talking.
Wade tried saying a few things, but every word was silent. He looked thoroughly annoyed, but remembering Death's promise, he grudgingly accepted it.
In fact, not only had Wade's ability to speak been sealed, but his ability to communicate with others through psychic power had been sealed as well. Now he could only communicate in writing, though his writing probably couldn't keep pace with everything he wanted to say.
Then Wade began writhing around. Puzzled, Hera asked, "What is he doing?"
"That's body language. He's asking whether the little snake he turns into will have that thing."
Death's face darkened as she spoke. Hera was speechless. Was that really the important part? Could they actually trust this guy with a mission?
Reliable or not, Wade was their