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[h1][color=7d16c7]Oliver Sullivan[/color][/h1]
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[hr][hr] Genosha
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	Choices. That was what this was about, in the mind of the mad titan. Oli had made a choice to fake his death on the moon. He'd chosen to stay in S.H.I.E.L.D, he'd chosen to travel to another Earth in an attempt to avert another catastrophe. Oli had consistently been trying to make locally optimal decisions to keep other people safe, happy, and alive, but it felt like absolutely none of that actually mattered. It was time to do something for the greater good, even if it meant that he had to commit an intentional, egregious, act. But if he didn't do anything, he'd die, and the titan would continue to raze the universe.

	Once he knew what he had to do, Oliver acted without thinking, in the span of a little under a second, reaching his phased hand through the chest of Thanos, extracting his still beating heart, and showing it to the monster. "[color=7d16c7]Good news.[/color]" Oliver say coldly, dropping the organ on the ground, "[color=7d16c7]The prophecy is fulfilled, you can stop worrying about it.[/color]" This kind of spite, anger, and hatred was something that Oliver never showed, but it was out in full force now. He was Thane, son and slayer of the Mad Titan Thanos, playing helplessly into the hands of a fate he did not ask for.