If the future was indeed so grand, then why was he still so afraid? Why was he more afraid now than ever? Not a single night had passed since the battle with Tiberius that Oliver did not tremble as he fell asleep.
Even if he felt strong occasionally, there was a weakness building in him that he could not deny.
There was less strength in his daily decisions. More uncertainty. More need for reassurance. He could feel it starting to grate on those that relied on him, and asked so much of him.
Terrifying.
When the fear swelled so great that there were no thoughts at all, just absolute overwhelming terror. When he would look at Nila as she reached for him, and flinch heavily enough that she might strike him. A madness is what it was, and he knew not where it built up from.
