[ Oz's presence goes ignored, much like the rest of the world, at first until Oz actually announces his presence. The familiar voice pulls him away from the blissful blankness, such an odd thing after the crowd he'd had in his mind before his arrival here, and back to reality where he finds himself glancing up at an unexpected familiar face.
His eyes widen briefly in his surprise and a slow blink follows, as if he's not quite sure what he's seeing is right. The sight of Oz also brings an instinctive tenseness, noticeable in the way he hunches his shoulders, as the memory of B. Rabbit's power piercing right through him is still very much fresh in his mind. He's well aware that wasn't Oz's fault and he can tell that it's Oz smiling at him, not Jack.
But that doesn't mean that Jack isn't there. However, it's not like he can defend himself in his current condition. So if anything is going to happen, it's going to happen. He's powerless to stop it. He can very faintly feel Jabberwock stir at his thoughts, but that's about it. Might as well carry on.
He looks how he feels — like crap. He's so physically and mentally exhausted, but despite that, he still musters a pleasant smile in return as he sits up properly and straightens his legs.
Pleasant, but hollow. ]
My, I see they've gotten you too. Good evening, Oz.
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His eyes widen briefly in his surprise and a slow blink follows, as if he's not quite sure what he's seeing is right. The sight of Oz also brings an instinctive tenseness, noticeable in the way he hunches his shoulders, as the memory of B. Rabbit's power piercing right through him is still very much fresh in his mind. He's well aware that wasn't Oz's fault and he can tell that it's Oz smiling at him, not Jack.
But that doesn't mean that Jack isn't there. However, it's not like he can defend himself in his current condition. So if anything is going to happen, it's going to happen. He's powerless to stop it. He can very faintly feel Jabberwock stir at his thoughts, but that's about it. Might as well carry on.
He looks how he feels — like crap. He's so physically and mentally exhausted, but despite that, he still musters a pleasant smile in return as he sits up properly and straightens his legs.
Pleasant, but hollow. ]
My, I see they've gotten you too. Good evening, Oz.