guywithaneyepun:

[pm] We’ll be there soon. You don’t have to be.

I’m sorry for your loss. Both of you.

[pm] We’re sorry for yours.

guywithaneyepun:

[pm] Yes.

[pm] Okay.

guywithaneyepun:

[pm] Are you sure Dunno. Is there… someone? To tell… identify him
it him Oz the body so they know.

Sorry. 

Do I come?

[pm] I know it’s him. He’s…wearing the jacket I gave him for Christmas.

Are you—? You’re the next of kin?

guywithaneyepun:

[pm] he wasnt at the battle

[pm] I don’t know why he’s here. I don’t know what to do. People are just…staring. Should I—I should move. Or something. Standing next to the bodies queue is kinda weird. Can I still call him—it—Oz? He’s one of the bodies. He’s—it’s not him. But I—this is

I don’t know what I’m supposed to do.

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guywithaneyepun:

[pm] No you’re wrong you made a mistake it’s not him we’ll keep looking it’s not

Where?

[pm] Above the Hellmouth. Where Parliament used to be.

guywithaneyepun:

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[pm] Oz isn’t—it’s—he’s…dead, Xander.

[pm] That’s not funny.

[pm] I wasn’t trying to make you laugh.

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awatchersdiary:

[pm] I shall see you there.

[pm] Be safe.

[pm] I was going to warn you about a ritual with a demon heart, but it seems it’s too late for that. Will you be helping fight the Turok-Han?

[pm] I will.