"It's just odd. And... it leaves a bad taste in my mouth." There was a shake of his head, and Oliver shifted yet again, grabbing for his glass of water to take another couple of hurried sips. "You've heard of a mob mentality, right? Yeah, of course you have. It feels like that. Like... a lot of people who normally wouldn't be involved in anything like this are being sucked in to this chaos because of a small handful of individuals who are... causing it." Not that he knew much about that, just the bits he had gathered from reading the past posts on the forums.
"It's not just bad blood flowing through the veins of this building. It's gone downright wicked, I think. What happened to Nick... that..." Oliver sighed, closing his eyes. "Normal people don't do that."