OLIVER
It is true. In all of Oliver's memories, which were none, Oliver hadn't killed anyone. Possibly he had in his past, but from what he knew at that moment: Never in his life had he almost been the reason why someone died.
Sunjata did have a good heart, absolutely. If Oliver weren't drunk already, he might've been able to recognize it. But, in Oliver's mind, their situations were completely different. What Sunjata had done was completely different than the horrible thing that Oliver did. It didn't make sense logically to anyone else, most likely, but Oliver saw it clear as day. He was a horrible person through and through, Sunjata had done what was needed. Their situations could not be compared, not in the slightest. Sunjata could be forgive, but him? It was unforgivable. Horrible. Maybe this is why the gods ignored him. They saw what a horrible person he was, he simply hadn't done anything to show it yet. They could see that he was undeserving of any love or answers.
Reluctantly, Oliver allowed Sunjata to remove the bottle from his grasp. He was most likely just going to drink some himself, no way would he take it from him and not give it back. Oliver needed it.
Sunjata didn't seem to understand what happened. Of course he didn't. If Oliver told him...he didn't even want to imagine what Sunjata would do. To lose someone who had been so kind to him, but he had to explain. He had to be honest. Sunjata would forgive him for something he didn't deserve to be forgiven for. He had to say everything, no matter what would happen to their friendship.
This time, his voice came out a bit more clear, but still slurred. He wasn't crying as much, but his voice still sounded strained. "You don't understand." Of course he doesn't understand. "I knew who it was. He proved himself. He was so confident that he was telling the truth and he was ready to let him in." It would be confusing, Oliver refusing, or forgetting, to say any names. "I said no. I kept fucking talking and being a fucking dumbass. I kept asking and he got so mad. They opened the door and he was so hurt. He almost died and it's all my fucking fault." He took a few deep breaths, finally able to slow down. His eyes drifted far away from Sunjata, not daring to look at the other's expression.
Oliver braced himself for the worse: to be shoved away, to be screamed at, to have anything done to him...well, anything except kindness.
Sunjata did have a good heart, absolutely. If Oliver weren't drunk already, he might've been able to recognize it. But, in Oliver's mind, their situations were completely different. What Sunjata had done was completely different than the horrible thing that Oliver did. It didn't make sense logically to anyone else, most likely, but Oliver saw it clear as day. He was a horrible person through and through, Sunjata had done what was needed. Their situations could not be compared, not in the slightest. Sunjata could be forgive, but him? It was unforgivable. Horrible. Maybe this is why the gods ignored him. They saw what a horrible person he was, he simply hadn't done anything to show it yet. They could see that he was undeserving of any love or answers.
Reluctantly, Oliver allowed Sunjata to remove the bottle from his grasp. He was most likely just going to drink some himself, no way would he take it from him and not give it back. Oliver needed it.
Sunjata didn't seem to understand what happened. Of course he didn't. If Oliver told him...he didn't even want to imagine what Sunjata would do. To lose someone who had been so kind to him, but he had to explain. He had to be honest. Sunjata would forgive him for something he didn't deserve to be forgiven for. He had to say everything, no matter what would happen to their friendship.
This time, his voice came out a bit more clear, but still slurred. He wasn't crying as much, but his voice still sounded strained. "You don't understand." Of course he doesn't understand. "I knew who it was. He proved himself. He was so confident that he was telling the truth and he was ready to let him in." It would be confusing, Oliver refusing, or forgetting, to say any names. "I said no. I kept fucking talking and being a fucking dumbass. I kept asking and he got so mad. They opened the door and he was so hurt. He almost died and it's all my fucking fault." He took a few deep breaths, finally able to slow down. His eyes drifted far away from Sunjata, not daring to look at the other's expression.
Oliver braced himself for the worse: to be shoved away, to be screamed at, to have anything done to him...well, anything except kindness.
a disaster!
a massive mess
trying to not die
