No... not a stranger's. Like I said, it's a friend.
[ Oz slows, watching his new companion while his own expression makes clear that he wishes he could properly explain this thing, this part of him that whispers to him in quiet anger where only he can hear, that bristles over the injustice they suffer on a daily basis and lends Oz a shadowy power to his sword strikes.
The dream once again intervenes on their behalf, trying to lend clarity to the unclear. Oz pulls to a slow stop, and for the first time since meeting Dimitri, that dark afterimage that seems to follow Oz around splits away from him. A shadow black as the blackest night, formless but for a pair of bright blue pinpricks where there should be eyes, peers at the prince from its place next to Oz. Its gaze is intense, unwavering, but not distrusting.
Whether Oz has noticed this or not is unclear as he still muddles for the right words. ]
I don't know if we're one person, or two people, but I don't think it really matters. He helps me.
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[ Oz slows, watching his new companion while his own expression makes clear that he wishes he could properly explain this thing, this part of him that whispers to him in quiet anger where only he can hear, that bristles over the injustice they suffer on a daily basis and lends Oz a shadowy power to his sword strikes.
The dream once again intervenes on their behalf, trying to lend clarity to the unclear. Oz pulls to a slow stop, and for the first time since meeting Dimitri, that dark afterimage that seems to follow Oz around splits away from him. A shadow black as the blackest night, formless but for a pair of bright blue pinpricks where there should be eyes, peers at the prince from its place next to Oz. Its gaze is intense, unwavering, but not distrusting.
Whether Oz has noticed this or not is unclear as he still muddles for the right words. ]
I don't know if we're one person, or two people, but I don't think it really matters. He helps me.