oliver
The frown that formed on Oliver's face was obvious. "You cant be saying that we shouldn't try to prevent all the death. That it's completely fine that children were killed at a festival where they were supposed to be happy and safe." Oliver tried to hide the small bit of disgust he felt. How could someone genuinely excuse all of this death? They could do something so why not do it? Guess Jigano also believes that they shouldn't board up the windows and doors during LongNight because that's the way it's supposed to go. Nature doesn't board up walls so we shouldn't either. Fucking bullshit.
This way of thinking wasn't healthy and Oliver knew it. Taking a deep breath, Oliver closed his eyes and attempted to stabilize his breathing. It's okay. People were allowed to have different opinions. Jigano is still a good person. "I hope we can make a warning system of sorts...maybe that's something I can try to research or design." His mood shifted, though, along with the conversation. It was something Oliver was very grateful for, seeing as he despised being mad at anyone, which included his white-haired companion.
A small giggle escapes Oliver at Jigano's unique comment. "An Irish way is....well, I think I'm Irish? Like...it makes sense, yeah. I cant remember exactly where I'm from, but I'm Irish...so I guess it's just my people's way of doing things?" It's funny to explain what being Irish is, especially seeing as it didn't really matter anymore. Though, guess he should address the other question too. "I think so? Yeah.... like I think I'd take care of children almost nightly. Or daily... maybe both? I don't know. Frequently enough to where I have tiny memories, but they clearly didn't happen on the same day." Oliver could remember playing with animals and pretending like they were going to go on an adventure. Only a couple of his memories with children were outdoors, almost all were indoors. The time of day didn't really matter, but he had hints at whether it was night or morning.
His eyes blinked as he was shook from his thoughts. Oliver wasn't about to sit around and wait, so he instead rushed on forward, following after Jigano. He made sure to stay a couple of feet back, just in case they needed to stop suddenly or Jigano had something to say to him.
This way of thinking wasn't healthy and Oliver knew it. Taking a deep breath, Oliver closed his eyes and attempted to stabilize his breathing. It's okay. People were allowed to have different opinions. Jigano is still a good person. "I hope we can make a warning system of sorts...maybe that's something I can try to research or design." His mood shifted, though, along with the conversation. It was something Oliver was very grateful for, seeing as he despised being mad at anyone, which included his white-haired companion.
A small giggle escapes Oliver at Jigano's unique comment. "An Irish way is....well, I think I'm Irish? Like...it makes sense, yeah. I cant remember exactly where I'm from, but I'm Irish...so I guess it's just my people's way of doing things?" It's funny to explain what being Irish is, especially seeing as it didn't really matter anymore. Though, guess he should address the other question too. "I think so? Yeah.... like I think I'd take care of children almost nightly. Or daily... maybe both? I don't know. Frequently enough to where I have tiny memories, but they clearly didn't happen on the same day." Oliver could remember playing with animals and pretending like they were going to go on an adventure. Only a couple of his memories with children were outdoors, almost all were indoors. The time of day didn't really matter, but he had hints at whether it was night or morning.
His eyes blinked as he was shook from his thoughts. Oliver wasn't about to sit around and wait, so he instead rushed on forward, following after Jigano. He made sure to stay a couple of feet back, just in case they needed to stop suddenly or Jigano had something to say to him.
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