[ He can feel Gilbert falter, he doesn't need to see it. No matter how often he succeeded, no matter what he managed to accomplish, Gilbert's spirit never healed. It stayed broken. He was always that boy, kneeling in the rain, blaming himself. Neither encouragement nor praise nor reason nor mockery was sufficient to repair what was broken.
The only thing that remained whole and intact was Gilbert's blind loyalty. Ugh. Sickening. ]
Oz.
[ He rolls the head of his cane between the tips of his fingers. ]
What do you think happens to the loyal dog, when his master doesn't come home again?
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The only thing that remained whole and intact was Gilbert's blind loyalty. Ugh. Sickening. ]
Oz.
[ He rolls the head of his cane between the tips of his fingers. ]
What do you think happens to the loyal dog, when his master doesn't come home again?