Toby blinked twice before he could find the presence of mind to answer Claire. "He could have hurt you too. I wasn't going to let him. What would Peter say if he knew I let you take on Jareth by yourself?" He said sternly, a bit of his childish feelings of invincibility coming back now that immediate danger was gone. "He..."
And just like that, the realization of what he had just seen came back. Jareth was a bad, an awful man, but now he was dead. He had watched someone get killed, even if the body had vanished right afterward. The Goblin King, whoever or whatever he was, was now dead.
"Ohhh..." Toby stumbled backward for the second time until his back hit the cold exterior of a building. "Ohhhh..." His eyes were once again locked on the spot where Jareth had died.