OLIVER
There is a small growl almost towards Amun. Of course he was completely misunderstanding what he was trying to say. This was only slightly better than a punch straight to the face. "Did I say anything about them? No. What I said was that I ran away like a fucking coward. I haven't been training nearly enough. Maybe if I actually put in some effort to actually do something, then the monster might've been stopped. You weren't there, Amun. You have absolutely no fucking idea what went down." How every single one of his attacks missed. How useless he was to the entire fight. How he abandoned his friends. "And why the fuck should I care about you thinking I look 'unattractive." He made his voice ever so slightly higher pitched at the unattractive part. Hell, why should he even care what Amun thought of him? Last he checked, Amun didn't even find him to be attractive at all. They may have done something once, but Amun had made hit clear he had zero interest in him, so why the fuck did he just throw that in?
The blonde lets out a sigh and rolls his eyes. "Did Deimos actually infuse it with magic? Or is it just a fake hand?" That implied that Deimos had chopped of his hand and...yeah, that's disgusting as fuck. "Also. Why didn't your precious little Voice give you a new hand? I thought she was mighty and powerful and helped you guys whenever you were in need."
The blonde lets out a sigh and rolls his eyes. "Did Deimos actually infuse it with magic? Or is it just a fake hand?" That implied that Deimos had chopped of his hand and...yeah, that's disgusting as fuck. "Also. Why didn't your precious little Voice give you a new hand? I thought she was mighty and powerful and helped you guys whenever you were in need."
I JUST WANT MY EXISTENCE
TO BE MORE THAN TREMBLING
TO BE MORE THAN TREMBLING
