[b][center][hr][hr]
[h1][color=7d16c7]Oliver Sullivan[/color][/h1]
[img]https://i.imgur.com/7ecMeOO.png[/img] 
[hr][hr] The Aerie
[color=7d16c7]Skills:[/color] N/A
[hr][/center][/b]
	Upon making eye contact with Amelia, a part of Oliver realized what she had actually just said. He swallowed hard for a moment, shocked that'd he'd been so absorbed in the murder of his best friend, that he failed to realize his [i]other[/i] best friend has seemingly forgotten about him. He felt slimy, like he'd done something awful, even if he was only distracted for but a moment in the grand scheme of things. He blew air through his teeth, lightly whistling as he thought of something, anything he could do to help. The best he could think to do was try to remind her.

	Oliver shook his head, saying, "[color=7d16c7]I refuse to believe this is permanent.[/color]" He looked over at Amelia, with a bit of a frown, "[color=7d16c7]You're one of my best friends, and quite frankly I've lost too much to lose you too.[/color]" He said, hoping his honesty and directness would help her in some way, "[color=7d16c7]I... if you've been affected, I'm sure we can find somebody who can help; Maybe if Doom caused this, Doom can fix it, but I've never met a problem that didn't have a solution.[/color]" Oliver was clearly upset, not the least because hew as getting [i]very[/i] worried at the prospect of whatever it was in him that wanted to kill Raynor taking over.