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[h1][color=7d16c7]Oliver Sullivan[/color][/h1]
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[hr][hr] The Aerie
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	Oliver filched visibly as the changes overtook him, and he dropped the sword quickly to the ground. This was [i]wrong[/i], and he knew it was, but he had to do what he did in the moment. He [i]knew[/i] he had to but... maybe that was the thing that was supposed to be different between him and his father. Oliver wasn't the person who did what had to be done, no matter what the cost might be. He'd been at a crossroads for awhile now, he could be a person that killed and enacted his vision of what a moral and just universe would be, or he could set rules for himself, stick to them, and try to do good within those.

	It was now the saw where the former option would lead him, to ruining the world, and becoming the thing that made him. He wouldn't let that come to pass, and instead, he looked down at his father's body, and exhaled. He felt true regret, he [i]killed[/i] something, and without much thought to it. This would not be who he was, it wasn't who he was raised to be, and maybe most important of all, it wasn't who Niah loved. He was Olive Sullivan, Agent of S.H.I.E.l.D, and on top of all of that, he was a hero that would make the world better, not more rotten.