Normal people would've reacted to the advisor's warnings. And had Ollie been the same boy from a few months back, his legs would've been shaking from utter fear.
Those whispers and murmurs, along with the faces of those instructors who looked at his brother with such narrowed gazes, would've alarmed him and had him praying to every religious figure imaginable.
But the boy who felt like he had somehow seen it all couldn't find it in his heart to show fear for such a trivial thing.
So when his brother said he'd start with the first exam, the blonde realized he'd been in his most relaxed state.
Yes, that's right. Ollie Mylor labeled it as "trivial."
Trivial because before he managed to escape the confines of that torture chamber, the blonde had actually gone through something worse than a boot camp.
Armed only with his love for life, food, and his desire to survive, Ollie had made it through nearly twenty-one space days of unadulterated torture (not).
