Oliver saw that slip in Robespierre's expression. He straightened again, feeling more confident for it. Despite what the Doctor had said, he knew he was making the right choice. Whatever he might know about the historical Robespierre didn't mean he should want this man to die. He deserved to live to make his own choices, and Oliver would protect that.

When Robespierre drew his sword, Oliver was afraid for an instant that, despite his words, he was going to end things just like that. But then he realised that the man was casting a spell. Tense, Oliver watched as the words gathered on the ground, wondering what the spell would do. Was it an answer to his request, or was Robespierre about to...? When the area around them turned black, he relaxed, looking at it in wonder. He even smiled. Now, whatever Robespierre did, his friends wouldn't have to know. It was even more comforting than he'd expected it to be. "Thank you."

He took one more deep breath, trying not to think of how alone he was, or how scared, or how many questions he still had inside, or how many things he still wanted to do. He wasn't really going to die, he reminded himself. He'd be back soon, and he'd have all the opportunities in the world. This was just a life experience. That was all. Oliver closed his eyes, steeling himself as best he could for whatever was about to come. Even if Robespierre was going to be the only one to see him, he still refused to look afraid. He swallowed, clearing his throat and willing his voice to cooperate for him one last time.

"I'm ready."