OLIVER
Oh. Ohhh. No wonder why Oliver had never seen them before! He had completely missed them, arriving most likely weeks after Melita had met her devilish companion. The look of realization was clear on Oliver's face, his eyes were wide and he looked like he had just discovered why it rained or something. "I arrived during Deepfrost, so I missed all of this." It sounded very strange to brutally murder these creatures, even when he had no trust in the thing. Couldn't they do something more humane? "So...can he talk? What kinda companion is he?" Oliver knew the unicorns could heal, so what could he do? Or was he more like a scary fish that kinda just sat there, staring into your soul.
The frown reappeared on Oliver's face, him looking away. "So...the only thing preventing them from killing us right now...is the fact that it's daylight out?" Oliver would make a mental note to never come here after dark if that was the case. He wasn't in the mood to have his eyeballs ripped out of his skull or to lose his very life. There were too many things for him to lose by this point, too many relationships he had formed by now. He had so many plans and...and he couldn't just throw it away due to a stupid mistake like that.
Things only seemed to get more negative as Melita was now apologizing to him, only kind of solidifying the fact that many people did view him as cursed. Great. It was a much better outlook than the one that Phoebe provided, at the very least. "Yeah...I mean, if you had asked me weeks ago, I probably would be upset, but I'm alright with it now. It'll be alright. The gods know what they're doing...and maybe it's just not in my path to meet them." Maybe I can still do great things without the gods ever even acknowledging me.
The frown reappeared on Oliver's face, him looking away. "So...the only thing preventing them from killing us right now...is the fact that it's daylight out?" Oliver would make a mental note to never come here after dark if that was the case. He wasn't in the mood to have his eyeballs ripped out of his skull or to lose his very life. There were too many things for him to lose by this point, too many relationships he had formed by now. He had so many plans and...and he couldn't just throw it away due to a stupid mistake like that.
Things only seemed to get more negative as Melita was now apologizing to him, only kind of solidifying the fact that many people did view him as cursed. Great. It was a much better outlook than the one that Phoebe provided, at the very least. "Yeah...I mean, if you had asked me weeks ago, I probably would be upset, but I'm alright with it now. It'll be alright. The gods know what they're doing...and maybe it's just not in my path to meet them." Maybe I can still do great things without the gods ever even acknowledging me.
i just want my existance to be
more than trembling
more than trembling
