[Now that he's being given permission to go, he stays rooted in place for another second, staring into Oz's blind eyes. It can't be forever, there has to be hope somewhere. He can't give up before he even tries, and he can't entertain ideas of 'but what if I'm wrong'.
Slowly, he raises back onto his knees and plants his hands on the ground in front of himself, still breathing hard, but consistently.]
Close your eyes. [He whispers again. Talking is painful, but he's sure Oz can still hear him.]
Count to one hundred, and I promise I'll be back by then.
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Slowly, he raises back onto his knees and plants his hands on the ground in front of himself, still breathing hard, but consistently.]
Close your eyes. [He whispers again. Talking is painful, but he's sure Oz can still hear him.]
Count to one hundred, and I promise I'll be back by then.