OLIVER
The seconds seem to go by like hours as there are gaps of time between speaking. His words came out like a waterfall towards Melita and he could hardly even remember what he had said once the words had fully escaped his mouth. It was a lot to think about. All he could remember for certain was that Melita had no reason to blame herself. It went unspoken, but Oliver also believed that Sunjata had nothing to apologize for. It is only him who is at fault. He is the one who ultimately failed everyone else.
Melita wanted to know more. Oliver...wasn't sure what to say. He didn't want to lose a potential friend, but the truth would come out eventually. Oliver would rather tell her himself than let a third hand account repeat back some bullshit disguised as the truth. His eyes shifted over to Sunjata as he started to speak, waiting for him to possibly cut in or add something. "The mud monster came from....I don't know where. I, Loren, Sunjata, and Phoebe tried to attack it....but obviously that fucking failed...thank the gods, but I think Frey came to help us....I've never heard the voice before but I'm sure it was Frey." He must give recognition where it is deserved. It's obvious, though, that he's holding back a lot. He's feeling tons of emotions and his voice is strained, like he's trying his best to stay civil and not scream or cry.
"I really wish I knew what fucking led to its creation. Why we have the monsters. What, was it the voice? The same fuck who put us here? The same one who took away my memories or ruined our lives?" His voice grew steadily and it was obvious that he was stressed. Overwhelmed and confused, ready to maybe cry or scream at any given moment.
Melita wanted to know more. Oliver...wasn't sure what to say. He didn't want to lose a potential friend, but the truth would come out eventually. Oliver would rather tell her himself than let a third hand account repeat back some bullshit disguised as the truth. His eyes shifted over to Sunjata as he started to speak, waiting for him to possibly cut in or add something. "The mud monster came from....I don't know where. I, Loren, Sunjata, and Phoebe tried to attack it....but obviously that fucking failed...thank the gods, but I think Frey came to help us....I've never heard the voice before but I'm sure it was Frey." He must give recognition where it is deserved. It's obvious, though, that he's holding back a lot. He's feeling tons of emotions and his voice is strained, like he's trying his best to stay civil and not scream or cry.
"I really wish I knew what fucking led to its creation. Why we have the monsters. What, was it the voice? The same fuck who put us here? The same one who took away my memories or ruined our lives?" His voice grew steadily and it was obvious that he was stressed. Overwhelmed and confused, ready to maybe cry or scream at any given moment.
a disaster!
a massive mess
trying to not die
