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[h1][color=7d16c7]Oliver Sullivan[/color][/h1]
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[hr][hr] The Aerie
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	Oliver nodded at Matt's explanation, and groaned as he attempted to slightly readjust himself. If he was lucky, he could try to make more sense of an explanation than that. Granted, he himself wanted a roughly scientific explanation for why his mind was absolutely stuck on the idea of murdering one of his closest friends. There was perhaps the hope that he could science his way out of psychosis, which was, of course, totally based in his need to rationalize his problems away. He started to speak, "[color=7d16c7]It's actually a touch more complicated than that.[/color]" Oliver explained, before pausing.

	He was about to devote the necessary mental energy to explain the many layers of complicated physics that underpinned multiversal travel and doppelganger coexistence, but as he tried, his thoughts were derailed by the worst of all distractors, love. There was nothing on his mind but that of Niah; a woman who, the more he considered it, he loved more than anybody or anything else he'd ever known. Oliver's thought hung in the air for a moment, before continuing, "[color=7d16c7]And, on a different day, I may have been able to explain such things, but I've been impaled, and my girlfriend is somehow even more amazing than the wonders of this multiverse, so it's hard to conceive of much else.[/color]"