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[Gil's not entirely sure why he feels the need to broadcast this, but he's opened his pocket watch anyway. He's sitting propped up in the windowsill of his apartment -- though he's been looking around the city and won't be calling this place home much longer. A cigarette his dangling absently between his fingers, lit but half forgotten. The light is low, barely just now dawn. To his knowledge, Oz is safely asleep in the next room. When he speaks his voice is quiet, barely more than a whisper.]
It isn't right... I know it isn't. He shouldn't be here. It's not safe. And he has so much waiting for him back home. He's already lost so many years... it's... not right.
And still. I'm grateful... to be with him. Even here, in this place. Just his being here is...
[He shakes his head, takes a drag of the cigarette and sighs.]
It's... All I can do is protect him here. Until we find our way home.
It isn't right... I know it isn't. He shouldn't be here. It's not safe. And he has so much waiting for him back home. He's already lost so many years... it's... not right.
And still. I'm grateful... to be with him. Even here, in this place. Just his being here is...
[He shakes his head, takes a drag of the cigarette and sighs.]
It's... All I can do is protect him here. Until we find our way home.