[ Gilbert is shouting. He's the sort of person who shouts, there's nothing extraordinary in it. He'll shout all day, if you let him. But Oz? Why on earth does he sound like that?

Break had intended to keep teasing, but he's taken aback and his timing's off now. ]

Dear me. So noisy. Tempest in a teapot, Gilbert.

[ He has always seen his own demise as something long overdue: something he'll get around to, when it's time. Fulfill his purpose and relinquish his guilty soul back to the Abyss. That's not to say he'll go easily; but easy or not, it's inevitable, so much so as to be commonplace. Besides - it's beyond hypocritical for a person to value his own life, who has taken so many.

But for Oz to sound so upset... ]

Go and put the kettle on, chop chop! Your young master could use some tea and sweets.

[ Look sharp, Oz! There's a slightly-burnt tart headed your way, spinning like a shuriken. ]

Cos kids should be kids and think about themselves.