[ He can hear the rustling of fabric; Gilbert's movements; and the yawning, hollow silence. He feels something like... What is the word for the feeling, he wonders, in anticipation of inevitable grief...
Gilbert will have to get used to the idea. He will have to accept that there will be a day when he has to go on, without his precious master.
Destruction of the body has no sting in this place (he himself is testament to that). Yet Oz still has some connection to the Abyss. Even here, the chains of judgement can reach him and drag him down, body and soul. He feels certain of this. The clock is ticking. ]
I--
We should all get some rest.
[ His shoulders are rounded forwards; he's leaning on his cane like an old, old man. ]
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Gilbert will have to get used to the idea. He will have to accept that there will be a day when he has to go on, without his precious master.
Destruction of the body has no sting in this place (he himself is testament to that). Yet Oz still has some connection to the Abyss. Even here, the chains of judgement can reach him and drag him down, body and soul. He feels certain of this. The clock is ticking. ]
I--
We should all get some rest.
[ His shoulders are rounded forwards; he's leaning on his cane like an old, old man. ]
I'm going to bed.