OLIVER
Oliver couldn't maintain eyecontact with Amun, leading him to look just off to the side of his face or at his nose or anything that wasn't his eyes. It was a childish thing to do, but he couldn't help it. His feelings for Amun were conflicting. On one end, he was mad that he had fallen for a flirt, fallen for a man who wanted little to do with him. But he also was worried about Amun and he felt bad for not being able to save him. "I may not have sent the monster...but it was my weakness that prevented us from saving him...and I-....I ran away..." Oliver then completely turned his head to the side, incapable of even acknowledging Amun's existence. He fully expected to be punched in the face, which he probably deserved.
"I wish I could give you a new hand. I wish I could do something to help you...maybe we could...make you a new one? One that moves based on magic. It reads your thoughts and then it does what your mind commands it to do..." The idea seemed possible, but it obviously wouldn't come from the Voice. The Voice was already incapable of saving Amun, which was a pretty shitty thing to do seeing as Amun practically praised her. The Voice just kept doing shitty things. She brought the blight and she was incapable of saving one of her precious little Ascended children. Sounds like she doesn't actually care about them.
"I wish I could give you a new hand. I wish I could do something to help you...maybe we could...make you a new one? One that moves based on magic. It reads your thoughts and then it does what your mind commands it to do..." The idea seemed possible, but it obviously wouldn't come from the Voice. The Voice was already incapable of saving Amun, which was a pretty shitty thing to do seeing as Amun practically praised her. The Voice just kept doing shitty things. She brought the blight and she was incapable of saving one of her precious little Ascended children. Sounds like she doesn't actually care about them.
I JUST WANT MY EXISTENCE
TO BE MORE THAN TREMBLING
TO BE MORE THAN TREMBLING
