Chapter 1887 - Blessings and Curses - Part 4

Oliver himself knew it to be a temporary high. He knew, even with all that they'd gained, as soon as the speed of it all wore off, and he was alone again, the pain would find him. As soon as he properly dwelled on the loss of Tavar, the grief of it would cut at him like a shard of glass against his heart's ventricles. And he would feel the guilt too, of having cut down a King. He would be assaulted by the chaos that he had brought, and in the weeks to come, if he was feeling particularly pessimistic, he might even come to doubt the path that he'd set out on. Even knowing that, he ignored it. He set those things aside from his mind, and would continue to do so, until he had carried out the full extent of his duties, and no more problems were there to distract him from the weight of those murkier issues.