[He is a tall fellow. As tall as Mister Gilbert, actually, and Oz is still a child. Kneeling in front of him, he raises both his hands to frame Oz's cheeks.]
...You misunderstand me. But that is expected.
[That is the only warning he offers before wrapping his arms around the boy who looks so much like his young master, the soul he has searched for three thousand years just to lose it again.]
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...You misunderstand me. But that is expected.
[That is the only warning he offers before wrapping his arms around the boy who looks so much like his young master, the soul he has searched for three thousand years just to lose it again.]
Everything is going to be fine, I promise.