"I wasn't a good man then, Laurel," Oliver started. "I thought that the world owed me something simply because my name was Queen. I thought that I could have everything I wanted on my terms, with no work, because that's how the world had operated for me up until that point."
He paused for a moment, trying to decide how to say what he needed to say. "It didn't have to do with you. You were...I wanted to marry you, Laurel, and that scared me. It scared me that for some reason I wouldn't be able to have everything I wanted when I wanted and instead of feeling like something precious, it felt like entrapment. I reacted against it in the worst way and I dishonored you and what we had. It had nothing to do with you, save for the fact that I loved you and I wanted something more with you than I had ever wanted with anyone else. My reaction to that connection was immature and unacceptable. I know that now. I also know that anything I say to you now isn't going to erase what I did. I know."
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He paused for a moment, trying to decide how to say what he needed to say. "It didn't have to do with you. You were...I wanted to marry you, Laurel, and that scared me. It scared me that for some reason I wouldn't be able to have everything I wanted when I wanted and instead of feeling like something precious, it felt like entrapment. I reacted against it in the worst way and I dishonored you and what we had. It had nothing to do with you, save for the fact that I loved you and I wanted something more with you than I had ever wanted with anyone else. My reaction to that connection was immature and unacceptable. I know that now. I also know that anything I say to you now isn't going to erase what I did. I know."