[ There's literally no other title he could have... Well, not really. He could be Compassion, since that's what the spirit at Crestwood had called him. But that name didn't feel like his. He knew Cole wasn't really his either, but it still felt more like his name. He wasn't a concept like a spirit represented, after all.
But as he awkwardly fidgets, he feels, and it gets him to perk up, really looking at Oz for the first time since they had started speaking. It shows his face, pale, gaunt, but kind past all of that, yet there's still a sense that he's looking through Oz rather than at him. ]
And you are... Just Oz.
[ He looks down again, then starts to murmur softly, as if to himself, but what he says is too familiar to be a coincidence. ]
Forgotten, fumbling, because there is something that should not be. It was gilded once, but it's gone, the gold swallowed by something greater, something wrong. The warmth of a small body clutching two, then left with the warmth of the gold. But— Both are real...
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[ There's literally no other title he could have... Well, not really. He could be Compassion, since that's what the spirit at Crestwood had called him. But that name didn't feel like his. He knew Cole wasn't really his either, but it still felt more like his name. He wasn't a concept like a spirit represented, after all.
But as he awkwardly fidgets, he feels, and it gets him to perk up, really looking at Oz for the first time since they had started speaking. It shows his face, pale, gaunt, but kind past all of that, yet there's still a sense that he's looking through Oz rather than at him. ]
And you are... Just Oz.
[ He looks down again, then starts to murmur softly, as if to himself, but what he says is too familiar to be a coincidence. ]
Forgotten, fumbling, because there is something that should not be. It was gilded once, but it's gone, the gold swallowed by something greater, something wrong. The warmth of a small body clutching two, then left with the warmth of the gold. But— Both are real...