OLIVER
Oliver watches as the other two both get their own prizes. He is actually glad that the other two managed to get a riddle right. Not happy that they both got it right and he pitifully failed, but he is happy that others got prizes. It's....a weird thing. Not one of jealousy as he doesn't wish he had what they had, but more of embarrassment that he failed. It manifested itself as a form of anger, in a way, but it hopefully wasn't visible.
The next riddle was short and straight to the point. He kind of missed the other ones that were way longer as it'd be even more embarrassing if he failed it. Oh well. He'd certainly try his best. "I guess I'm going to go with.." He listed off his response, waiting eagerly to see if maybe, just maybe, he'd win that grand prize. Otherwise, might as well see if Loren would be willing to part with some of that jewelry.
The next riddle was short and straight to the point. He kind of missed the other ones that were way longer as it'd be even more embarrassing if he failed it. Oh well. He'd certainly try his best. "I guess I'm going to go with.." He listed off his response, waiting eagerly to see if maybe, just maybe, he'd win that grand prize. Otherwise, might as well see if Loren would be willing to part with some of that jewelry.
I JUST WANT MY EXISTENCE
TO BE MORE THAN TREMBLING
TO BE MORE THAN TREMBLING
