OLIVER
The tension in the air is clear and all of it is coming from Oliver. It isn't a lack of trust, more of him simply being very pent up. He had a lot of energy and emotions he hadn't quite dealt with. Part of him wished that he could use his magic for good, help others with it...but how? There was so little he could do and the one time he had tried to use it for training, everything went to shit. It was almost as if it were a sign that he shouldn't use his magic, at least the illusion based one. Telekinesis was helpful, but as far as he was aware, nobody would ever benefit from his illusions.
The words cut into him, hard. What the fuck kind of question is that. "Well...yeah, of course I feel ashamed. I mean, I proved even more why people think we're cursed...I hurt someone just because I wanted to win a fight. It was fucking shitty and if I could undo it, I would." Yes, but nobody had the magic to turn back time so there was nothing he could do about it. He knew he shouldn't sulk around, but he just felt like shit.
The words cut into him, hard. What the fuck kind of question is that. "Well...yeah, of course I feel ashamed. I mean, I proved even more why people think we're cursed...I hurt someone just because I wanted to win a fight. It was fucking shitty and if I could undo it, I would." Yes, but nobody had the magic to turn back time so there was nothing he could do about it. He knew he shouldn't sulk around, but he just felt like shit.
I JUST WANT MY EXISTENCE
TO BE MORE THAN TREMBLING
TO BE MORE THAN TREMBLING
