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Yang [@Restalaan]; [@PaulHaynek]
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Getting the look over, apparently it felt worse then it actually was.  Ozzy's moment of self sacrifice was a premature.  [color=gold]"It is?"[/color]  He coughed out, his chest burning from the attempt as he forced the facade, his voice getting a little higher.  [color=gold]"It is?"[/color]  'She' repeated.  

He allowed himself to reach the healer, and when spoke about whether they fought before.  Was it that obvious he's never been in a real battle.  In fact, the moment of chaos really hadn't been put into perspective until he felt the pain.  It was awful.  Why would anyone want to do this?  It was the foolishness of civilization.  He thought of his parents work, seemingly in some kind of stunned state.  A simple.  [color=gold]"No."[/color]  Escaping her lips.  She hadn't really spoke even while getting treated, the pain of getting a shoulder popped back in, though Ozzy was very much against stripping down, afraid to give away her secret identity.  The salves were great though, really dulled the pain.

Ozzy also made no arguments about leaving.  He did want to leave as soon as possible.  He said nothing to Felipe,  only giving the man a nod, a little mystery harpy that only spoke when she needed.  The Guild was never a part of it.  Ozzy completely forgot about the money too until part way home.  He felt no pride in helping people get hurt, even if it was a net positive on the world.

He didn't speak again until the village was far behind them.  He threw off the pitch and timbre of his voice speaking normally.[color=gold]"No reward.  We'll say the job was taken before we got there.  I got injured in sparing practice or something.  Make it up to the guild tomorrow."[/color]  Ozzy apparently had no problem lying.  If anything fabricating stories seemed effortless to him.  He knew flying was going to be hard for a bit, soreness really.  Maybe Morgan could fix it.  Still, he really did seem depressed about the whole state of affairs.

Was it the right thing, fighting against evil?  Is it right to fight at all?  [color=gold]"Why do people fight?"[/color]  He whispered.  It seemed so... stupid.  His parents were working with others, bringing a sense of enlightenment.  Why are some people so stubborn to do harm to others? 

The only thing he could come up with.  Laziness.  It's easy to take.  Harder to build.  His parents plan was an end to all of it he believed.  That was the right thing to do.  Make sure the plan, the embassy succeeds.  Even as they walked, Ozzy winced before bringing out his journal and began writing.  The event must be chronicled.