Jigano had showed something that Oliver hadn't really felt yet. Acceptance. Yeah, sure, people made him feel nice, but not in this precise way. Oliver knew he was stupid, or well, ignorant at least. He felt as though others looked down on him, he feared that he was hated or disliked by many because he asked so many silly questions. Already he believed that certain individuals saw him as something less due to this part of him. And yet...Jigano didn't seemed bothered by it. They were okay with his questions, even said that it wasn't a bad thing! It felt great, to finally feel like his ignorance wasn't a curse. That he wasn't doomed to creating enemies out of every single person he met just because how stupid he could be.
Rather than speaking, Oliver chose to stay quiet, allowing Jigano to tell the story of the gods. When the tea was offered, Oliver graciously accepted, saying a small thank you before taking a sip. All of it sounded familiar in some way. He had once heard bits and pieces or read something, but it was nice to hear it in a concise and easy to understand fashion.
However: one thing did surprise him. His eyes were wide and the only thing stopping him from fidgeting was the fact that he was holding a cup of tea. "So what you're saying is...I could become attuned?" The chances seemed slim. Phoebe had made it clear that how he viewed the gods could get him killed or worse...but he couldn't help himself. Jigano said it, the gods would only grant it to those who did a great deed or who were pious. Oliver wanted to be pious, but was it too late? Was it mind already infected with thoughts of the gods hating him? How could he be pious if he still believed that he was hated?
The thoughts had certainly ruined his mood, somewhat. He felt saddened now, upset with himself for how much he had ruined the rest of his life. All because he was too immature. He had fucked up any chance of ever having the gods like him. Were any of his offerings even genuine? Or were they all narcissistic in nature?
"I-I guess either Safrin or Frey..." And there goes, most likely making Ludo hate him "Which one do you think I have a chance with? I've...I've really messed up. I don't think I can recover from it. Trust me, the gods...the gods wont be able to forgive me." And I don't expect them to.
Rather than speaking, Oliver chose to stay quiet, allowing Jigano to tell the story of the gods. When the tea was offered, Oliver graciously accepted, saying a small thank you before taking a sip. All of it sounded familiar in some way. He had once heard bits and pieces or read something, but it was nice to hear it in a concise and easy to understand fashion.
However: one thing did surprise him. His eyes were wide and the only thing stopping him from fidgeting was the fact that he was holding a cup of tea. "So what you're saying is...I could become attuned?" The chances seemed slim. Phoebe had made it clear that how he viewed the gods could get him killed or worse...but he couldn't help himself. Jigano said it, the gods would only grant it to those who did a great deed or who were pious. Oliver wanted to be pious, but was it too late? Was it mind already infected with thoughts of the gods hating him? How could he be pious if he still believed that he was hated?
The thoughts had certainly ruined his mood, somewhat. He felt saddened now, upset with himself for how much he had ruined the rest of his life. All because he was too immature. He had fucked up any chance of ever having the gods like him. Were any of his offerings even genuine? Or were they all narcissistic in nature?
"I-I guess either Safrin or Frey..." And there goes, most likely making Ludo hate him "Which one do you think I have a chance with? I've...I've really messed up. I don't think I can recover from it. Trust me, the gods...the gods wont be able to forgive me." And I don't expect them to.
