"It was in the hours after it, when they spoke on it, all that they thought – and that they foresaw in the action, and what it meant to be King," Oliver said. "Like chains, other men's visions of the future have wound around me, and like chains I've been burdened by the past as well. I've bothered you with the weaknesses in my heart. I've dwelled on the last decade far too strongly, and I wonder how at all we still stand here today. It feels like a different person… But that's not what I'm trying to say. It's something else…"
He went silent again, trying to find that thread that he was talking about. Then there was another explosion, as if he had punched through another wall, and he continued, animated, and passionate, so much so that he made the fire that burned next to him look pitiful, compared to that fire that glowed in his eyes.
