Even that seemed like a jab. Oliver acknowledged it to be wise advice, but in acknowledging it, he couldn't help but see himself as a little foolish. Was this not childishness that kept him so impassioned, or was it simply who he was? There was a fine line. That line seemed to be whether it was effective or not.
"Ah," that noise of realization came louder than he'd intended. Indeed, victory… That was the only thing that mattered. That was why he'd allowed his rage to develop in the way that it had. Rage was his key to Ingolsol, and Ingolsol, no matter how devilish the Dark God might have been, was powerful.
But that was not all Oliver Patrick was. Oliver Patrick the keystone that managed to keep both Claudia and Ingolsol in check. He could not be overrun entirely by both of them.
"A man has to be broad," Dominus had said. "Not height, but in perspective. He must have many tools that he can use."
