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[h1][color=7d16c7]Oliver Sullivan[/color][/h1]
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[hr][hr] The Aerie
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	Oli nodded weakly at Niah. He knew they needed to get him serious medical attention sooner rather than later, but he wanted to pus as much of a brave face on as he could. After all this, he just... didn't want to keep getting hurt. It seemed cowardly, but if he had the choice between working a desk job or research or literally anything that didn't invoke a daily risk of evisceration, he just felt like he had to take that. There was, however, the worry in his head that the government  wouldn't let him stop working, after all, the son of Thanos was probably somebody you wanted to keep on a short leash.

	Even with him being barely able to move, Oli's eyes rested on Raynor, somebody that he really did consider a good friend, but nevertheless was caught on ways to kill. He could barely move at the moment, and there was still the persistent thought that he could call Raynor over to him, get him distracted, and rip his heart out of his chest and show it to him before he died. He felt absolutely disgusted with himself, and he had no idea why his brain was doing this. He was only glad that he seemed to have the self control to keep himself from indulging.