[He doesn't appear to be willing to lash out at anyone other than himself. It's all self contained hatred, despair, and horrendous pain. Emptiness, loneliness; he's felt these things before in short bursts at moments when it seemed like Oz had left him behind to wilt in the shadows while he blossomed in the sun.
His body shakes as he finally turns his head and looks up at the boy, eyes still narrowed through the pain, fingers curling tighter in his hair.]
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Date: 2011-11-06 09:19 am (UTC)His body shakes as he finally turns his head and looks up at the boy, eyes still narrowed through the pain, fingers curling tighter in his hair.]
Oz is gone...