[Oz is dirty, bruised, slightly bloody and there are dried tear tracks on his cheeks but he's got a strained smile on his lips. He's sitting against a tree, arms wrapped around his legs, bent up as they are, cheek resting on the top of his knees. He looks incredibly tired and, when he speaks, he sounds it as well.]
I'm back.
[He tries to smile a
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Vincent?
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He shifts where he is, closes the journal and looks around.]
...Gil?
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[He shifts again, trying to stand up so he can see Gil properly.]
Is that you?
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Who're you?
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And uh... [Think, think.] Jack's. I'm Jack's friend so I'm your friend too.
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Oh! You are? But I haven't seen you before.
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But... who are you?
[Gilbert moves closer now, curious.]
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Nice to meet you, Oz.
[And back to looking a little worried.]
Are you all right? You look hurt.
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How about you? Are you all right? [Why is he wandering around on his own?]
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[He hesitates, glancing down at himself and then back up again, puzzled.]
Why wouldn't I be all right?
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[Now...to stand up without falling over...]
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