[ Here, something that makes no sense; a child who is afraid of losing the people he met, of being lonely, hiding away from them in the last hours they have been granted.
Well, hiding. Oz is sitting on the roof of a building with his legs dangling down, unmoving. He knows that it's the right thing, to leave now, there are things to be done, and promises to uphold. There is pain to ignore (or to deal with, but he's never been any good at that really). He knows that, would know it without the too-big black hat on his head reminding him.
Still, something makes him want to be selfish, today. He isn't used to having friends, and knowing that he's already learning how to let go of them - that seems three steps too fast. It's probably a good thing that he has no choice in the matter ]
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Well, hiding. Oz is sitting on the roof of a building with his legs dangling down, unmoving. He knows that it's the right thing, to leave now, there are things to be done, and promises to uphold. There is pain to ignore (or to deal with, but he's never been any good at that really). He knows that, would know it without the too-big black hat on his head reminding him.
Still, something makes him want to be selfish, today. He isn't used to having friends, and knowing that he's already learning how to let go of them - that seems three steps too fast. It's probably a good thing that he has no choice in the matter ]