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	As Fire-Dio-Brando reaches out for the Talisman, he sees Ozo tense up, and clutch his head, letting out a low scream. "IT'S IN MY HEAD! IT'S IN MY HEAD! GET IT OUT! GET IT OUT!" He yells, twitching, and almost crying. He sees what the power seeks to do, and it worries him, for he doubts his friends would wish to leave, and he would mayhap try to hurt them! How vile a thought. No, he refused! He would not let this voice take control, but he knew he himself can't....
	In the midst of the agony, and the pain of the voice clawing into his mind, Ozo had a spark of cunning. With a wince, he looked to the others. "This..thing...is going to make me try..to..remove you..from here..I..need to eat something..able...to resist...." He grunts, loudly, in obvious pain from the mental strain of resisting. He made his plea, and he hoped his would be friends could help him, somehow. "I grow..and..adapt by eating...energy..or matter....if...need be..cast magic at me to consume, to help bolster myself..against..this....thing..." He grunts, his words growing slower, as the voices gained ground. IT would not be long..not long, at all.