He's exhausted. Worn beyond measure. There is little left that he has to give at this point. Oliver has fought and struggled to this moment and even given his stubborn nature and determination, there is only so much more that he can offer.
Sara. She found him. Bright and shining and while he isn't sure if he's dead or alive he's certain that she is the reason he's still breathing.
He trusts her. His Sara.
The cave is dark and hidden and it speaks to Oliver so much of his home for the past few years. A life hidden in darkness. A life bathed in blood. He startles badly, throwing off the blankets and clinging to his knife like a lifeline.
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There is little left that he has to give at this point. Oliver has fought and struggled to this moment and even given his stubborn nature and determination, there is only so much more that he can offer.
Sara. She found him.
Bright and shining and while he isn't sure if he's dead or alive he's certain that she is the reason he's still breathing.
He trusts her.
His Sara.
The cave is dark and hidden and it speaks to Oliver so much of his home for the past few years. A life hidden in darkness. A life bathed in blood. He startles badly, throwing off the blankets and clinging to his knife like a lifeline.
Sara?
Sara!
Had he screamed her name? He can't be sure.