OLIVER
Ouch. Thanks Amun. It hurt a whole lot to basically be told that his biggest problem was that he wanted to live life happy. That the things that made him happy were wrong. That when he felt joy being around another person it was bad. It wasn't a happy thing to think about....but if it meant he would stop fighting with others, then he'd try to hold it back at much as possible? As long as Amun didn't hate him, it was fine. Yeah. He'd be happier anyways if Amun was nicer to him.
His eyes focused on his basket as he chewed on his lips, not even daring to watch as Amun started to make his exit. Before the man could leave, Oliver looked forward towards the canvases. "What about your art? Aren't you going to take it with you?" Even if Amun didn't give a flying fuck about his artwork, Oliver still cared about what others had to produce. Surely, the ascended would want to keep what he had created, even if it was minimal. Oliver hadn't gotten to see it, but he could bet it was beautiful.
His eyes focused on his basket as he chewed on his lips, not even daring to watch as Amun started to make his exit. Before the man could leave, Oliver looked forward towards the canvases. "What about your art? Aren't you going to take it with you?" Even if Amun didn't give a flying fuck about his artwork, Oliver still cared about what others had to produce. Surely, the ascended would want to keep what he had created, even if it was minimal. Oliver hadn't gotten to see it, but he could bet it was beautiful.
I JUST WANT MY EXISTENCE
TO BE MORE THAN TREMBLING
TO BE MORE THAN TREMBLING
