Attention was brought back to her as she took hold of his hand, the sound of his blood pumping roaring in his ears. For a moment, he looked completely indecisive, gaze flicking between her and the fountain, but finally eyes closed tight and he took in a deep breath before letting out a yell of his own. Fingers were curled tight, digging into his palms, but Oliver hardly seemed to notice any pain.
"I was angry! I was pissed! But no one would listen to me!" he screamed at the world around them, eyes squeezed shut as he let those feelings of the past wash over and around him. Nothing had hurt more than the distrust in their eyes after Heather had died, nothing had stung more than the whispers that filled the air around him day in and day out. Clenching his hand tighter, he gave another yell, wordless and full of pent-up emotion, taking Miksa's challenge and trying to live up to it.