OLIVER
That's right. Loren was a resident of Halo now, so why would he spend time in the Temple again? "What's LongNight like out here in Halo? Do they deal with the same kind of monsters as us?" It was an interesting topic, at least in Oliver's eyes. The least Loren could do was inform him about the situation so Oliver wouldn't be super worried about it.
The sudden tone and almost rant came off as a surprise. Looking down, Oliver felt a bit ashamed. Embarrassed. "I guess I just want to do something important... but if you really are confident that if I follow what I enjoy, that others would respect that? Then okay... I'll try." The last thing he needed was a man like Amun busting in and just being an asshole. Talking about how useless he was, that his activities were pointless. That Caido would be better off with him gone- It sure sounded like something someone would eventually think.
There is a clear eyeroll, as if all of this is simply super obvious. "We get a stamp! Or something! I mean, yeah, it'll probably take a long time to make, but think of it! If I can make a copy of my finger, then surely we can make a copy of other things. Books must be able to be made easier if we did that, right?" It sure sounded easier than handwriting. Then again, seeing as two people disliked his idea, maybe it was to crazy? "I don't know... but give me some time, okay? I'll come back to you if I get any progress." Mostly just so he would hopefully be able to avoid an unnecessary lecture.
The sudden tone and almost rant came off as a surprise. Looking down, Oliver felt a bit ashamed. Embarrassed. "I guess I just want to do something important... but if you really are confident that if I follow what I enjoy, that others would respect that? Then okay... I'll try." The last thing he needed was a man like Amun busting in and just being an asshole. Talking about how useless he was, that his activities were pointless. That Caido would be better off with him gone- It sure sounded like something someone would eventually think.
There is a clear eyeroll, as if all of this is simply super obvious. "We get a stamp! Or something! I mean, yeah, it'll probably take a long time to make, but think of it! If I can make a copy of my finger, then surely we can make a copy of other things. Books must be able to be made easier if we did that, right?" It sure sounded easier than handwriting. Then again, seeing as two people disliked his idea, maybe it was to crazy? "I don't know... but give me some time, okay? I'll come back to you if I get any progress." Mostly just so he would hopefully be able to avoid an unnecessary lecture.
I JUST WANT MY EXISTENCE
TO BE MORE THAN TREMBLING
TO BE MORE THAN TREMBLING
