Harper
I thank whatever gods may be
for my unconquerable soul
The information is concerning to say the least, and far too magical for his tastes, but Harper doesn't show it as he wrinkles his nose. "Yeah I'd definitely go stir crazy and someone would have to sedate me." Stillness for the sake of spying or waiting for a perfect strike I already annoying enough to him. Lack of motion is a surefire way for him to go crazy. But there's bread and knowledge and friendship here, all valid ways to distract himself, and he pays sharp-eyed attention as Oliver begins imparting knowledge in a tidal wave of words. Additional races is not so confusing a topic as he would have assumed. His long term boyfriend had essentially been a type of alien. But it's still a lot to consider. "So how do you figure out what you are?" Part of him - the part he's not particularly proud of, the one shaped by his mentor who had valued humanity and the lack of magic - hopes he's not Abandoned. But it feels like an insult to his past partners, friends, teammates. Would she really blame him for making the best of it in an entirely new world?
Well it's not like she's there to tell him. Or likely ever will be. Harper stares down at his bread, takes a deep breath, and tears off another chunk.
