OLIVER
Once more, he felt as though he couldn't respond to everything. He knew that Amun was right, that he should be training, but he wanted to be here...or at least he did, until Amun started to interrogate him, making him feel like absolute shit. Of course, he couldn't say anything to Bastien, seeing as they were both ascendeds and Bastien would probably take Amun's side...which really sucked. Oliver wanted to get along with Amun and he wanted to belong. This place had given him so much joy and he didn't want to lose it all because Amun just wanted to keep arguing with him.
Turning his head away, Oliver could no longer maintain any eye contact. The words said to him would be taken in, but nothing was returned for a while. He had seemingly lost his fighting spirit, his mind drifting off into far distant places. "I...I do it for myself, no one else. Having hair like this makes me happy...but I don't care what others think... not anymore." His voice had quieted down now, there was no longer a bite to his voice or a pep to his spirit. The phoenix had long since died and he was now a pile of ashes, waiting for whatever would come next.
After remaining quiet for a bit, Oliver would soon find his voice, but he wouldn't have much to say. "Why...why do we have to keep fighting? I'm sorry if I did anything to make you want to fight...but I just want us to get along. We can forget about anything that happened in our past... please, let us just be guildmates. Nothing more," That wasn't all he wanted to say, all he wanted to know, which was clear, but he'd much rather stop fighting than get his answers.
Turning his head away, Oliver could no longer maintain any eye contact. The words said to him would be taken in, but nothing was returned for a while. He had seemingly lost his fighting spirit, his mind drifting off into far distant places. "I...I do it for myself, no one else. Having hair like this makes me happy...but I don't care what others think... not anymore." His voice had quieted down now, there was no longer a bite to his voice or a pep to his spirit. The phoenix had long since died and he was now a pile of ashes, waiting for whatever would come next.
After remaining quiet for a bit, Oliver would soon find his voice, but he wouldn't have much to say. "Why...why do we have to keep fighting? I'm sorry if I did anything to make you want to fight...but I just want us to get along. We can forget about anything that happened in our past... please, let us just be guildmates. Nothing more," That wasn't all he wanted to say, all he wanted to know, which was clear, but he'd much rather stop fighting than get his answers.
I JUST WANT MY EXISTENCE
TO BE MORE THAN TREMBLING
TO BE MORE THAN TREMBLING
