"Peace…" Oliver said carefully. Even as a concept, he could hardly imagine it. For years and years, he'd been fighting for something or other. Freedom, survival, stability… Peace? Did it even really exist?
"Do you believe yourself to be situated properly to make that happen?" Hod asked. "Have you spoken to the fragment within you, and studied its growth? You say you have been in a zone of progress lately – how long will it last? Can you tell me those things, or has that progress that you've made in the past merely been a fluke."
Oliver thought, and he thought hard. At the moment, the zone that he existed in was almost frightening. Because he'd passed through the Third Boundary so early, there had been much work that he needed to do in order to stabilize himself. That was the only real issue that he had, at the moment – the problem of stability – and even that seemed to be on the mend.
