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[b][color=8882be][h2]Oliver Raulot, AKA, Argyros[/h2][/color][/b][/center]
[b][u][center]Between universes, having a real humdinger of an existential crisis.[/center][/u][/b]
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Oliver would feel bad about not responding to Spider-Woman if his brain wasn't filled with static. The quite frankly overwhelming nature of this had left him unresponsive. He was taking in his surroundings, listening to what was said. But just barely, it was taking a lot of concentration to pay attention over the ringing in his ears. He couldn't help but be baffled, completely and totally baffled by all of this. The Multiverse was real, it was weirdly spider-themed, and he had been chosen by a Spider God to be a champion.

He couldn't help but wonder, why choose him, if there were plenty of Spiders to snag? Oliver was barely able to save the Narrows most days, much less one universe, much less [i]all[/i] of them! And that wasn't some self-pity party attitude where Oliver was hoping someone would disagree, it was just being realistic! He was good.. within his weight class. Multiversal danger was way above his weight class! And the worst part was Anansi hit the nail on the head for Oliver. Even if he hated this (he did), even if he really did not want to (he didn't), if he really was needed to help save people, he'd do it. Maybe that was why he was chosen, not for his prowess, but for his extremely easy to guilt trip brain.

[b][color=8882be]"-Hold on.."[/color][/b]

Chosen..

[b][color=8882be]"..You chose us? So, you're the reason we got these powers, right? Okay, okay, I'm following you so far.."[/color][/b] Manic energy starts to slip into Oliver's voice. He was still slouched forward, head hung down, but now it was clear his body was filling up with tension. His hands balled into fists, his shoulders clearly extremely stiff. 

[b][color=8882be]"And- and I figure that means you decided we, specifically, would be your champions. So I guess- haha, [sup]oh man, I'm about to back talk a god. I'm so dead..[/sup]- I guess what I'm wondering is, if we were hypothetically in an accident a little larger than a spider bite. What exactly does that mean for the other people caught up in it? Are they just-what, collateral? Not cosmically important enough?"[/color][/b]

Oliver hadn't raised his voice, but he was clearly spitting venom with that last sentence. He felt uncomfortable airing this our in front of strangers, especially when there were more important things to talk about (how to save the Multiverse being #1), but he couldn't help it. That word was sitting like a rock in his stomach. [i]Chosen.[/i] What a joke! He couldn't think of which possibility he hated worse, that him being chosen caused the lab explosion that ruined Doctor Connors' life, or that him being chosen prevented him from getting horrifically mutated [u]just like[/u] Doctor Connors. This gift felt a lot more like a curse all of the sudden. And Oliver didn't even know where to put all of this sudden, smoldering anger.