[Depleted of oxygen, Gilbert wonders for a moment if that's what Oz felt before he'd died. Regardless of how the person had even gotten in, how did they do it? Did they stab him? Choke him? What sort of horrors had Gilbert let happen due to his ignorance and insufficiency? What gave him the right to regain breath, to feel pain, to attempt to focus his hazy vision on the smokey ceiling above? To see a world that Oz couldn't...
This isn't the way that things end, it's not!]
Nggah! [He gasps as he's pulled upwards by the throat, hands reaching up to grab for the cane and try to peel it away from his neck as he continues choking, stumbling on weak legs.]
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This isn't the way that things end, it's not!]
Nggah! [He gasps as he's pulled upwards by the throat, hands reaching up to grab for the cane and try to peel it away from his neck as he continues choking, stumbling on weak legs.]
Break! Stop! Oz is--!