Title: Knowing
Disclaimer: Pandora Hearts belongs to Jun Mochizuki and any other relevant parties. I neither own nor claim to own anything.
Pairings: None deliberate, Oz/Gil optional.
Warnings: None, but beware OOC.
A/N: Dedicated to xxxAsterRosexxx, who encouraged me to finally post a fic.:)
Knowing
Gilbert Nightray knows…things. His knowledge does not touch Break's, and certainly not Barma's, but on the whole, he knows enough about the fragments of his life to keep himself relatively alive and sane.
He knows more about Abyss, the four dukedoms, and the inner workings of Pandora than he cares to think about. He is as familiar with the jerk of his revolver's recoil and the thud of bullets meeting flesh as with the feel of a certain black hat.
He knows he can trust Break, whatever the man may not say, and that despite his brother's words, he cannot truly trust Vincent.
He knows that he cannot fail his master.
But now Oz Vessalius is back, with the Black Rabbit for a chain and a smile that hints of madness, and he does not know him anymore, this paradox of sunlight and shadow that darts away in front of him, always, always just out of his grasp. He can no more touch the sun or shade than he can regain the master of his memories.
It is like not knowing part of his soul, and suddenly Gilbert cannot know anything, because everything is in darkness and Oz is everything.