How we think. He goes deeply silent for a brief moment, at that. He puts voice to none of it, but the bolt of unease goes sharp and deep: Oz makes for a very dangerous weapon, and knows it. The thought of being set against others, here, against innocents...
It's disquieting. There is nothing he can do about it now. He won't dwell.
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It's disquieting. There is nothing he can do about it now. He won't dwell.
"And how long have you been here?"