[The truth is absolutely not what needs to be told here.
The truth, out of context without a world of information behind it, sounds terrible. How he'd been taken over by a Baskerville Chain, sliced through Oz's shoulder to spill his blood and open the pathway to the Abyss, only to finally come back into himself and realize what he'd done too late.
A thousand quick decisions came right after that, all of them meant to protect Oz from the messengers of the Abyss who were trying to drag him into it. A thousand decisions that couldn't save Oz from his inevitable fate, but left Gilbert nearly dead at his feet. He hadn't meant to step in front of Oz's sword the way that he had; he'd only meant to stop him from cutting down the man responsible for the terrible event, a person whose face Gilbert had only seen briefly, but long enough to know that Oz would regret killing if he had the chance. He'd only meant to stop him, he hadn't meant to force Oz to cut him from chest to hipbone and bleed out at his feet.
There's no context he could add to that would make anything about the truth any better, so he only says, as he buttons up his (slightly damp, slightly sandy) shirt:]
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The truth, out of context without a world of information behind it, sounds terrible. How he'd been taken over by a Baskerville Chain, sliced through Oz's shoulder to spill his blood and open the pathway to the Abyss, only to finally come back into himself and realize what he'd done too late.
A thousand quick decisions came right after that, all of them meant to protect Oz from the messengers of the Abyss who were trying to drag him into it. A thousand decisions that couldn't save Oz from his inevitable fate, but left Gilbert nearly dead at his feet. He hadn't meant to step in front of Oz's sword the way that he had; he'd only meant to stop him from cutting down the man responsible for the terrible event, a person whose face Gilbert had only seen briefly, but long enough to know that Oz would regret killing if he had the chance. He'd only meant to stop him, he hadn't meant to force Oz to cut him from chest to hipbone and bleed out at his feet.
There's no context he could add to that would make anything about the truth any better, so he only says, as he buttons up his (slightly damp, slightly sandy) shirt:]
I was cut with a sword.