Gilbert watched from his position on the floor, horrified. His golden irises seemed minute, the size of a pin head, with how much his sclera had grown. He was still unable to control his body, so he couldn't intervene. He couldn't even say how sorry he was. All he could do was lie there and watch as his best friend hung, bleeding (bleeding because he had stabbed him, the dark haired boy reminded himself angrily) as he was restrained by the crimson hooded people. Though it was hard to think of them as people when they were doing something so monstrous, and the fact that their faces were concealed in the darkness only helped to further alienate them. It was just like he had only watched when he first saw him being raped by his father, and the despair he had felt then melted into the overwhelming guilt he was already experiencing in this moment. His attention was caught when they said he was to be cast into the abyss, as judgement for his "sin."

What sin? Oz was an amazing person, he didn't deserve any of the shit that had happened to him, let alone a death sentence! There was a man there who did, he'd recognised that facial scar immediately. How… how dare he speak of paying for crimes after everything he had done?! So why did he stop Oz from killing him? That disgusting man.

A giant, feathered monster appeared, surrounded by chains that seemed to appear from and end no where. They shot towards his Master, trapping and encasing him in their hold as they dragged him, screaming, into the endless black hole known as the abyss, in which he knew his soul would suffer for eternity as his lithe body was ripped to shreds.

And the perfect, happy ending they had dreamed of was thrown in there with him.