[Ludovico]

Olivers trembling fingers abandoned his instrument. He reached up to wipe away a dried tear mark from Zosa's cheek. He listened whither the man believed him or not. He learned he shouldn't ask questions, though his mind wondered if Zosa was the prince trapped by his own selfishness or the friend abandoned by the prince. Oliver instantly grew afraid. It was one thing to trust in the unknown, it was another to know it would obliterate you if you deviated from the path it set with out know the path. His face paled and turned away from Zosa at that realization. He bit his lips, the questions in his mind were breeding like fruit files but wasn't sure where he could get the answers with out the book or story getting up set. His fear weld up to frustration which came out in the form of tears. Mostly because he didn't know how to help him or Zosa. Oliver removed his glasses and pretended to clean them, moving from his setting position to pace in a small circle. If his believe and desire truly were his wishes, then his only wish for now was this 'I want something that will help guide me, I do not want Zosa and I to die. Help me know the story so I can get to where I need to be.' Oliver could see the small glow on his chest but he wasn't sure it had any effect. He curled up and sat beside Zosa and asked in a small voice. “What do we do?” his fingers pushed aside the mans hair from his face.