The Resentful - Part 2

It was such a fear, that it brought moisture to his eyes, and made his hands shake. He could not look to her as he expressed it. It was the one thing he feared above all else, above loss, above death, and most certainly above the end to his own life. He feared losing himself entirely, to the darkness that Ingolsol promised. From the first day that he had felt the curse, he feared it.

"Tell me, Asabel," Oliver said. "Can you all match me, if I go too far?"

"…I won't let you go too far, Oliver," Asabel promised. "Nila won't let you go too far either. There are too many people around you that care for you to let you do that. You don't have to be frightened. You can go all the way. We need you to go all the way."

The noise that came from Oliver was a mixture between both a sigh and a growl.

"Very well," he said. 'Then, Ingolsol, I shall be counting on you.'