This wasn't happening. It had to be a nightmare. It couldn't be real, could it? Gilbert was sure that it was some kind of trick that his mind was playing on him. He was laying on the street after having taken a bullet in order to protect his brother when he closed his eyes. He remembered seeing those flashbacks of what happened so long ago. Pieces
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"Y-You!" He pointed a finger at him accusingly. "You're..? How are you out of Oz's body!?" He couldn't understand it. All of it was like some utterly horrible nightmare he couldn't wake up from.
"Is all of this your doing?"
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"Gilbert...I'm not who you're thinking I am. I'm not that Jack." At least he was used to telling his story. "I've nothing to do with you being here. I'm trapped here just as much as you are."
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"How do I know you're not lying again like you were before?" He asked and took another step back. He tried reaching for his revolver but it had been mysteriously swiped from him.
"Because I believed what you said back then and all it turned out to be was a pack of lies. A... A fabricated truth."
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He shook his head a little.
"So... You had nothing to do with it? But how?"
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"Hey! Hey! Did Vincent give that to you?"
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Though when he stepped closer and asked him that question his eyebrows furrowed.
"What!?" The expression on his face was one of utter shock. "No. He didn't give this stupid thing to me. Why would you ever think that? I'd never let him do such a thing to me. Th-That would be improper!"
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"What? You let him do that to you?"
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"How do we get out of here anyways?"
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