Oz rubbed at the back of his head and frowned. [color=violet]"You've been alive for millenia. I haven't had that kind of time to build a tolerance. I've looked into poisons and venoms trying to find a suitable substitution to build myself up to fighting Zel. You could say it was a bit of an obsession."[/color] Oz sighed. [color=violet]"I'm still just a man. Not even an old one at that. I haven't had the time to build that kind of tolerance or I would have.[/color] Oz replied. He closed his eyes and brought his hand to his face, thumb on his cheek and two fingers on his brow as he thought.

	His eyes shot open wide. It dawned on him but he hated the thought, hesitating and then looking to change the subject. It would be clear to Geode that he was fixated on something and trying to hide it. Oz was after all a terrible liar. [color=violet]"What else did you have to say? What's most important?"[/color]