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[h1][color=7d16c7]Oliver Sullivan[/color][/h1]
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[hr][hr] New Asgard
[color=7d16c7]Skills:[/color] N/A
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	One moment, Oli's mind was poisoned, desperate for nothing but death and violence and blood, and the next, he was by his love, Niah, and there was a stillness in the air. A flood of what had happened washed over him, and a juxtaposition of horror and embarasment washed over him. He had done, perhaps, what he'd always feared, and hurt people he cared about, of his own accord. It washed over him in a wave of nasea, and he held Niah tight. That would never happen again, not if he could help it. He'd never be responsible for something so wretched. "[color=7d16c7]I'm so sorry for that. I promise I'll make it up to all of you.[/color]" He said, quietly, mostly to himself, but well within Niah's earshot.


	This was, perhaps, the confirmation Oliver needed to know that his time as a SHIELD agent was done. As long as he was tryign to do good this way, people would get hurt. It felt, in so many ways, that he wasn't fated for this kind of life. He was an academic, with powers found in unlikely circumstance, and the child of a monster. He would do what he could to make this place a little brighter, but it had to be in a place where he would know he wouldn't be hurting anybody. He looked onto Niah, and knew that he had a long life ahead with her, and if there was one thing he was certain of right now, it was that things would be right, as long as they were together.