At Robespierre's words, Oliver sighed in a mixture of relief and resignation. He was grateful that he wouldn't have to do the deed himself, but he realised that he had still been holding onto some bit of hope, however tiny, that there might be another solution. But he was sure now that there wasn't.
He nodded to Robespierre, taking a deep breath and straightening. Weber had said the only choice he had here was how to face his death. He didn't want to look afraid. And he reminded himself that it wasn't really his death anyway. He'd be back soon. It was just something he had to live thro--to experience before he could move on. And his death would protect Robespierre's life. Not only that, but if he died here, it would mean he didn't hurt someone else, even when his own life was at stake. And regardless of how futile his friends might find the sentiment, to him, that would be a victory against the Puppeteer. It was worth dying to protect Robespierre and fight the darkness inside him. Even if he hadn't admitted it to Braxiatel, this was, in some ways, atonement.
He was relieved when Robespierre said he was planning on a swift and quiet death for Oliver, although he didn't understand exactly what he had in mind. He could only guess it had to do with the magic he'd seen in the labyrinth. He almost asked, but he couldn't help thinking that maybe it was better not to know exactly what was coming. Maybe it'd be easier not to remember it that way.
When the other man's eyes went to the stands, so did Oliver's. "C-can I..." He paused, swallowing hard and trying to stop his voice from shaking. He refused to be afraid! "Can I ask you something? I...I have friends out there. If there was a way they wouldn't have to see..." He hesitated again, not quite able to finish the thought. He licked dry lips. "I just don't want this to be worse for them than it has to be."
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He nodded to Robespierre, taking a deep breath and straightening. Weber had said the only choice he had here was how to face his death. He didn't want to look afraid. And he reminded himself that it wasn't really his death anyway. He'd be back soon. It was just something he had to live thro--to experience before he could move on. And his death would protect Robespierre's life. Not only that, but if he died here, it would mean he didn't hurt someone else, even when his own life was at stake. And regardless of how futile his friends might find the sentiment, to him, that would be a victory against the Puppeteer. It was worth dying to protect Robespierre and fight the darkness inside him. Even if he hadn't admitted it to Braxiatel, this was, in some ways, atonement.
He was relieved when Robespierre said he was planning on a swift and quiet death for Oliver, although he didn't understand exactly what he had in mind. He could only guess it had to do with the magic he'd seen in the labyrinth. He almost asked, but he couldn't help thinking that maybe it was better not to know exactly what was coming. Maybe it'd be easier not to remember it that way.
When the other man's eyes went to the stands, so did Oliver's. "C-can I..." He paused, swallowing hard and trying to stop his voice from shaking. He refused to be afraid! "Can I ask you something? I...I have friends out there. If there was a way they wouldn't have to see..." He hesitated again, not quite able to finish the thought. He licked dry lips. "I just don't want this to be worse for them than it has to be."