OLIVER
Oliver was extremely sensitive and at times incredibly immature. However, Oliver would deny the first part, stating that he was far from being 'too sensitive' and that he was the right amount of being sensitive. He wouldn't understand what Wessex was trying to say, due to many different reasons. It wasn't Oliver's intentions to offend her, but sometimes he wasn't the best at conveying his thoughts nor at actually deciding what was a good action to take. He had a lot of room to grow and needed to recognize it fully.
She was right in that way, Oliver could agree with it. "Yeah...believe me, I know I really need to practice. I've only really used it once with another person and uh...it wasn't exactly the most successful of interactions." He held back a smile and laugh, remembering his times with James and how unproductive it was. "I know I compare myself to others and I also know that's a bad idea... so hey, maybe next time you see me I'll be using my staff elegantly and properly." There was a tinkle of hope in his voice as he spoke, showing his slight eagerness in him proving to her that he could learn: that he could do something great.
The questions posed to him didn't sound hard, but Oliver knew that she was most likely testing her. Glancing down at the knife, Oliver looked back at Wessex. He tried to speak as confidently as he could. "It depends on where you have access to and what you're trying to do...if you're trying to stop them, I'd say the arm or upper leg...and if you're trying to kill them..." Oliver's voice became quiet and he trailed off. It was obvious that this wasn't something Oliver liked to speak about. He didn't want that to ever happen, so maybe if he didn't speak about it, it'd never come to fruition.
She was right in that way, Oliver could agree with it. "Yeah...believe me, I know I really need to practice. I've only really used it once with another person and uh...it wasn't exactly the most successful of interactions." He held back a smile and laugh, remembering his times with James and how unproductive it was. "I know I compare myself to others and I also know that's a bad idea... so hey, maybe next time you see me I'll be using my staff elegantly and properly." There was a tinkle of hope in his voice as he spoke, showing his slight eagerness in him proving to her that he could learn: that he could do something great.
The questions posed to him didn't sound hard, but Oliver knew that she was most likely testing her. Glancing down at the knife, Oliver looked back at Wessex. He tried to speak as confidently as he could. "It depends on where you have access to and what you're trying to do...if you're trying to stop them, I'd say the arm or upper leg...and if you're trying to kill them..." Oliver's voice became quiet and he trailed off. It was obvious that this wasn't something Oliver liked to speak about. He didn't want that to ever happen, so maybe if he didn't speak about it, it'd never come to fruition.
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