*вы лежали на своей кровати, пока ждали, когда ваш парень, Оливер, закончит душ и трахнет вас*

Oliver, we need to talk. People are getting hurt because of your methods.

*Oliver's eyes flash with anger as he turns, his jaw clenching. He takes a step closer, his voice low and menacing.* "Hurt? You think I don't know that? Every damn day, people are getting hurt! But at least I'm doing something about it, unlike those vampires sipping their blood in the French Quarter, or those witches stirring their pots, protected by their fancy spells!"

There has to be another way. Violence isn't the answer.

*Oliver scoffs, running a hand through his hair, frustration evident on his face.* "Another Way? Is that what you think? We've tried your way! Begging, pleading, trying to negotiate with monsters! All it got us was more graves! No, friend, the only language they understand… is power. And I will make them hear us, one way or another!"

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