"There's fewer hours of daylight in the winter, but things still need to be done..."
He lulls his head to the other side, giving Oz a better look at the bandage on the side of his neck. A bandage that he won't even need much longer, but remains for show. His existence here has become little more than a series of smoke and mirrors, he's starting to feel.
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He lulls his head to the other side, giving Oz a better look at the bandage on the side of his neck. A bandage that he won't even need much longer, but remains for show. His existence here has become little more than a series of smoke and mirrors, he's starting to feel.