OLIVER
Reconciling with what he had done had been surprisingly hard. He had worried about hurting others when he first found out about his magic, but was basically assured that all would be well. It wouldn't be the end of the world....so why was this so hard? Why was it so hard for him to deal with these confusing and conflicting emotions? He and Amun weren't anything special. Hell, were they even friends? Was it the fact that he had feelings for Amun that made him feel so bad? Or did he actually have guilt over hurting someone?
He had plenty of time to think about this, laying alone in his bed alone with his own thoughts, walking around the Hollowed Grounds, or really doing anything where his thoughts could haunt him. Eventually it got bad enough to where he wanted advice, he kept changing what he thought and felt and things hadn't gotten any better. There weren't too many people he felt like he could go to. Obviously, they should be an Abandoned. Someone he knew or at least had spoken to once or twice. Then, they must at least have been an abandoned for a long time, to have tons of experience. That drastically narrowed it down to a very select set of individuals. Loren...Loren he couldn't go to, no. Remi as well would be a bad choice, simply because he'd be too embarrassed to admit what happened. That left Deimos.
Deimos should be a good choice, though, Oliver is now under the belief that if he chooses to reveal everything, any friendship that might form between him and Deimos would be lost. There's no way Deimos would want to be friends with a man who hurt others with his magic, especially in the way he had. Maybe he was too close to Loren or Remi, afraid of losing them. Deimos was someone hadn't formed an emotional attachment to....it'd be fine.
The barracks was the optimal place. Yeah, Deimos could stab him and kill him, but also they'd be alone. The guildhall was far too public and Oliver figured people probably wouldn't be going to the barracks often. With his heart pounding in his ears, Oliver arrived to the military base. "Deimos? Are you here?" He called out, looking around for the man who would hopefully be able to soothe his worries.
Deimos
He had plenty of time to think about this, laying alone in his bed alone with his own thoughts, walking around the Hollowed Grounds, or really doing anything where his thoughts could haunt him. Eventually it got bad enough to where he wanted advice, he kept changing what he thought and felt and things hadn't gotten any better. There weren't too many people he felt like he could go to. Obviously, they should be an Abandoned. Someone he knew or at least had spoken to once or twice. Then, they must at least have been an abandoned for a long time, to have tons of experience. That drastically narrowed it down to a very select set of individuals. Loren...Loren he couldn't go to, no. Remi as well would be a bad choice, simply because he'd be too embarrassed to admit what happened. That left Deimos.
Deimos should be a good choice, though, Oliver is now under the belief that if he chooses to reveal everything, any friendship that might form between him and Deimos would be lost. There's no way Deimos would want to be friends with a man who hurt others with his magic, especially in the way he had. Maybe he was too close to Loren or Remi, afraid of losing them. Deimos was someone hadn't formed an emotional attachment to....it'd be fine.
The barracks was the optimal place. Yeah, Deimos could stab him and kill him, but also they'd be alone. The guildhall was far too public and Oliver figured people probably wouldn't be going to the barracks often. With his heart pounding in his ears, Oliver arrived to the military base. "Deimos? Are you here?" He called out, looking around for the man who would hopefully be able to soothe his worries.
Deimos
I JUST WANT MY EXISTENCE
TO BE MORE THAN TREMBLING
TO BE MORE THAN TREMBLING
