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Nothing made sense anymore, and Trick wasn't even trying to find it. No more did he lie awake at night with questions, because he had found a way to just let it all be; he did not care. He did not care why he felt so strongly for Raven - did not care that his friend had died and certainly did not care about his looks anymore. Spiked and roughed up he wandered, having filled a cache just that morning before the call for help hit him. He stopped in his tracks, muzzle pointed to the ground. It was Raven, he could tell, but why did he not move? Had she come for you if you would've called? The nagging voice in his head earned an angry scowl as he still did not move. 

His green eyes scanned the floor as he weighed the chances and efforts in his mind. Soon he found himself sprinting, his thin, agile legs carrying him to where the annoying yet intriguing female had fallen. How she had managed it, he did not know. How the hell did you do this? He asked with a mad chuckle. He wanted to help, but seeing her stuck like this brought out a side he had kept hidden for some time.