"...Ignore it," Hod muttered under his breath. "Ignore it, Patrick. Gods damn it… Don't let this venomous creature break you. There's more to you than this… Find yourself again, you fool… Don't let our cause end just like this."
Oliver stared at the crown at his feet, feeling Tiberius' gloating gaze on him. Somehow, it was meant to be an insult. Oliver didn't understand it, but he could tell that he was being mocked. His lips twisted. He didn't like the man in front of him one bit. Ingolsol burned with righteous indigence, and Claudia was reaching away to slap away the hands of grief that threatened to consume her.
Asabel. Something about that name struck Oliver with a terrible amount of importance. It belonged to her, that tainted thing on the ground, covered in blood, and stinking of suffering. It was a very manifestation of pain. Whomever it was that such a thing had belonged to, they had not died an easy death.
