Ollie just kind of sat there, staring at his friend for a while. "... No concept... Of being hurt...?"

A long moment stretched on between them, the redhead staring out into the sky again idly. "You're probably right," he finally said. He didn't mean it, but he didn't have the energy to keep arguing. His whole body felt uncomfortably numb.

"Hey... I'm gonna... Go walk around for a while, I guess," he said quietly, getting up, but not looking at Zsolti at all. "I'll, um... Be back before we leave though, obviously."

He made his way at a brisk enough pace that he hoped the albino wouldn't follow him, before entering the thicker forest. Repeating, mentally, what the other had said, as if he were struggling to even wrap his head around the words themselves. He couldn't tell how any of this made him feel at all, really. Or, perhaps more importantly, why it did.

Oliver stopped walking once he happened to reach a fairly large rock, staring at it for a long while, before reeling back and punching it as hard as he could.