[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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