Something about that, despite their intentions, now carried the whiff of corruption to Oliver.
It ought not have been the case, for the morality that they based their decisions on. Yet there was still that franticness, as if they feared what was in the darkness. They operated based upon that fear, so that they might exercise some degree of control.
It ought to have been within their rights to do so, for so much had happened, so much suffering had occurred. Were they not right now, to grasp the rewards of everything that they had earned, and to ensure that their war was finished, once and for all, with the favour firmly set on their side?
As fickle as the Gods themselves, Oliver felt the needle that governed his heart shift in a different direction.
Suffering, and Claudia's promise – that their suffering would be rewarded.
