[Oswald had never wanted to fight Jack, not when everything had been falling down aroun them. No matter how angry he had gotten at Jack, at himself for turning a blind eye to what Raymond warned him of. What he had saw himself. Denial wasn't a pretty thing.

There were many things he wished he could have changed, but he knew better. It took a lot for him to finally remember that he did.

And Oz wasn't Jack, he'd been a plush rabbit once upon a time if he was indeed that same Oz Alice had carried around with her. Had treated very roughly and cared for. The B. Rabbit that Jack had used to attack him, that had ultimately killed him once. It wouldn't be fair to hold that against him, wary as he might have been during their first meeting here. He had ultimately trusted Oz to do what needed, that he could do what needed to be done to save both worlds Lacie had loved.]

Some were of brave knights who needed to rescue a princess, or various other adventures. [He didn't always hear the full story himself.] Sometimes I believe Jack made up stories to tell them when he visited.

[At least he could say the name now without anger, it had taken time.]