Upon hearing what Oliver just said,
Lisa, who had been quietly watching him, didn't say anything for a moment. She just stood there, absorbing the weight of his words, seeing a side of Oliver she rarely saw a side that wasn't just hurt… but tired of being hurt.
She lowered her head gently and with a voice that carried nothing but sincerity, she said, "I'll get you everything soon, Oliver… I promise."
With that, she turned and walked away, not wanting to stay any longer than needed. She knew what this meant. Oliver wasn't just looking for answers now he was preparing for war, one only he could fight.
And Oliver? He stayed seated.
His body leaned back in the chair, arms resting on the sides, but his mind was far from still. He stared ahead, but his thoughts were racing, clashing, burning.
Because the truth was he wasn't happy. No, not even close.
