OLIVER
A worried look was thrown Sunjata's way. His hand inched closer to the man, practically begging to grasp the other's. He wanted to comfort him, feel close to him. "I'm sorry I wasn't able to help you...I'm really glad you're okay." Okay wasn't an accurate term, but it was better than saying alive. Sunjata wasn't one to show his emotions, Oliver had learned that. He also wasn't nearly as touchy-feely as him, so hand holding was probably off the table, literally.
Turning to look towards Melita, Oliver tried his best to listen and understand her. "The things had to be created by something....right? Someone had to have created to Blight....and someone had to have made both monsters." His eyes turned towards the table and his body shivered. The thought wasn't a pleasant one, but he had to say it. "Someone....someone might be trying to torture us....someone brought us here...what if they find joy in making us suffer?" And there we go. Oliver was officially making assumptions and allowing his thoughts to get darker and darker.
Turning to look towards Melita, Oliver tried his best to listen and understand her. "The things had to be created by something....right? Someone had to have created to Blight....and someone had to have made both monsters." His eyes turned towards the table and his body shivered. The thought wasn't a pleasant one, but he had to say it. "Someone....someone might be trying to torture us....someone brought us here...what if they find joy in making us suffer?" And there we go. Oliver was officially making assumptions and allowing his thoughts to get darker and darker.
a disaster!
a massive mess
trying to not die
