He was quiet, doing as asked because he was so deep inside his head. Jean-Sal's words came to him and he simply fit into their requests. By the time he was pulled along, back the way they had come, Oliver was back in his right mind and he felt a hand in his. He breathed, drawing up the hand and caressing the back of it, then looking at Jean-Sal. "Jean." He breathed. "I... I don't want you to give up your freedom. Not for me. I would never forgive myself if I let you do it. Not after what happened to you in Spritzee. Even if it won't happen here, I could never feel right. It'd hurt worse than if I let you go but I won't... let you go alone."

He watched the trees above them. "I want to come with you. I want to come with you... so badly. And I will. I will." Oliver was repeating it several times before he realized, snapping his mouth shut. He just had to. He had to go. He didn't feel like he belonged with his family. The only one he'd miss would be his aunt, and even then he could say goodbye to her. And she would understand. He just wanted to stay with Jean-Sal. And there was no way he was forcing the man to stay with him, in the dome. It was a prison and none could escape without ridicule.