Inch by inch was gained. Hardened by trial, disciplined by necessity it was a struggle for Oliver to gain momentum. But so it is for most. Nothing really separated him from ordinary people anyway. Except for his Mohawk which stood more than three feet tall and was used for defensive measures when entering strange and foreign areas. Why was he defensive? Well that would take a long time to explain so I'll skip ahead and just say blame it on the childhood beatings. They work wonders on the emotional stability and outlook of a young one.
Stripped bare and lying stark in front of the revealer is healing and trying. Scary to go there. Yet that is how the onion gets peeled. If there was an easier way everyone would be doing it and the psychiatric community would be out of work.
Go dance beneath the moon beam. As it strikes your chest, full powered and illuminating, feel it penetrate through the sternum and strengthen the cells.