Cinder was sitting on a bench by the tram...and to add insult to injury, it was snowing now, as it usually did in autumn in this city.

Not many people were out at this hour, and those who were avoided eye contact with each other. She stared at the street.

What had she really expected? She couldn't believe she'd almost forgotten that she was the outsider here. And why did she even care? She didn't want this life.

But what life did she really want? Would she really be content to go back to the dress shop forever? Even if she could...which she maybe couldn't.

Dogged by the past, by old enemies...was that her life now? Always? It wasn't that different from her old life.

She looked heavenward rebelliously.

"Is this all there is for me?" she said in a low, tight voice. "Running? Maybe he was right.... Is it all I'll ever do?"

She was met with the muffled silence of snow-filled air.

What else did she expect?

"I thought you might be here," Royal startled her. She should have heard him coming, but she hadn't paid attention to quiet footfalls.

For someone so tall, Royal could move pretty quietly.

Cinder shot him a dirty look and then turned away. "I don't want to talk to you."

Royal just stood there.

Growing tired of it, Cinder broke her own word and looked back in annoyance. "What are you doing here?"

"All of us went looking for you after you ran off," Royal said, quietly enough. "They spread out, but I had a hunch you'd be trying to go home...but the late night trams aren't very often. Could be a while."

"I prefer to wait in solitude."

"Are you sure that's so smart after what just went down?"

That was a good point.

Royal leaned on the lightpost casually. "It wouldn't kill you to accept help, once in a long while."

"What do you want?" Cinder said darkly. "I'm not in the mood for your stupid games."

"This isn't a game. Clearly you're upset after what happened, and I don't blame you. But you shouldn't do anything rash."

"That's what you think, huh?" Cinder jumped on him without real justification, but she was in the mood to be harsh. "All of you are just waiting for me to do something crazy. Well, maybe I will, but it's not anything you all need to worry about. No one is going to blame you for what I do."

"You should have heard what they said." Royal ignored her tone. "Believe it or not, not everyone is blaming you either. Those jerks started it. All of us were minding our own business. What's the big deal?"

"That I'll suffer for it more than them," Cinder said.

Royal sighed. "Maybe...maybe not. I wouldn't rule out Schnee and Branwen just yet. They're good at pulling strings."

"Maybe I'm tired of people having to do that just to keep me barely at the status quo level of society."

Cinder wasn't cheering herself up with these thoughts. In fact, she felt worse.

"If you don't want to talk to me, fine, but can you at least let your other friends help you?" Royal said.

"Friends? Please, we're not friends," Cinder said.

Royal started to say something, then paused. "I finally get why you always say that."

"Huh?" Cinder said, puzzled.

"I thought you were just being stubborn before, but I think what they said clued me in.... It's them too? They don't want to be friends," Royal said.

"Look, this isn't Cotton Candy Land," Cinder said sharply. "Maybe in storybooks for kids are people ever friends with their bitter enemies, but in real life, that's not how it works."

"That's not true, you know," Royal said. "In the book you guys all read there was that Paul guy. He was the worst, but then he became tight with the same people he was persecuting. Even best friends with a few.... It did take years though."

"Well, I don't have years," Cinder said.

"You don't know that, and if I may, you haven't given them a chance either," Royal pointed out. "If you'd cut them some slack, they might be able to cut you some slack."

"I don't think you understand. I don't really blame them," Cinder said. "But I know how they feel about it."

"Cidner, to be honest, I don't think you know how most people feel." Royal was getting a little fed up perhaps. "You just project the worst possibility onto them. Maybe you're right--there is still some resentment there. I think they've admitted as much. But they have better feelings too. They have pity or compassion or regret, maybe even some concern. You just don't want to see that part."

"Why would I not want to see it if it was there?" Cinder frowned.

"I think it scares you that you could be wrong about them." Royal hit upon a very real truth. "Maybe it's because you don't want to think that they were really nice people the whole time you did what you did. It's like Nikos, right? Then you'd feel 100x worse...but you know...just because people are jerks doesn't actually make it any better to do things to them that no one should do...and nice people don't get off free from suffering either. I think good and bad people both suffer. And...honestly, all of us inflict suffering on other people when we shouldn't. And sometimes we don't when we should.... Humans are a mixed bag, and that's about the only thing I'm sure of after all this time. But in that mixed bag, maybe some of them are mixed up in a better way than we think at first."

"I don't even know what you're saying now," Cinder said. "And I don't want to hear this. You know it wouldn't matter anyway, whatever I think. The situation is pretty much hopeless."

"I wouldn't say that either."

"Easy for you. You're not in it."

"Did you miss where I was part of that back there?" Royal got a bit more heated. He gestured back toward the club. "I'll be dealing with the repercussions of this for weeks.... Honestly, I could lose more friends because of this incident. I know at least my job isn't in trouble thanks to my superiors knowing the full story, but my coworkers are another story. You're not the only one who can get attacked, you know."

Cinder recalled that he had been, in fact, attacked, and she flushed--from shame.

"Well, I warned you," she said.

"And I really don't care." Royal was still miffed. "Because the fact is, if it was that easy, they weren't really friends. I always knew that deep down. A part of me is relieved. Flushing out the fakes is kind of liberating, even if it sucks to think they were fakes. I'd rather it be this way. The fact is, I like to have an opinion of my own, and I don't like being pressured into conforming by other people."

"Oh, I know that," Cinder said, more heated herself. "From what you told me that's been a thing for a long time. But it's easier to do as other people say."

"But it's not better," Royal said. "I'm sorry you have such a problem with it being about you, but if it wasn't you, it'd be someone else. I've been in this too deep--all my doubts about Atlas were going to come out in some way and piss people off. I knew that, but if I wasn't around all of you, maybe I'd have hid my opinions for longer...and for what? It's better to just get it over with. I'm not surprised this happened, I expected it...but it had to happen. I think my respective mentors would have told me it was a good thing. If I have real friends, I imagine they'll hear my side...but it's true either way."

"Maybe." Cinder couldn't exactly tell him that was wrong. She lived her whole life by that motto, for better or worse. "But you could pick a better battle to fight. I never asked for this."

"I told you before, it's just the way it is. You should just accept it," Royal said. "Besides, it's too late to change it now."

That was true...

Cinder was weakening--mostly because she didn't have the energy for this after the day she'd had.

"Oh, you're impossible." She gave up the argument and leaned on her hands.

Royal, sensing that she'd basically stopped fighting, decided it was safe to sit down...though a good distance on the bench from her.

Cinder ignored him.

"So what are you going to do?" he asked after a sufficiently awkward pause.

Cinder shrugged. "There's nothing I can do."

She paused. "I suppose, deep down, I know perfectly well that Winter and Raven are going to try to stop this. They're so d--- noble...but I doubt they can completely. I'm going to get called into question sooner or later. That was probably inevitable...but it pissed me off. I tried to disappear, and I wasn't allowed to. It's like Fate wants to keep from changing my life trajectory."

"I don't know why, but it's really, really hard to get out of your sphere, no matter how long you try," Royal remarked. "I don't think you'll get arrested though. There's not enough of a case here.... You might get in trouble, but they can't claim you did anything like enough for them to press charges."

"Once the idea is out there, it won't matter. I used to use rumors and suspicions to fight people with," Cinder said. "I'm really starting to think karma is real after all."

That was almost a joke for the sound of it...almost.

"Well, there's something in that. If you know what it feels like now, maybe that's something useful," Royal mused.

"What an insensitive thing to say," Cinder recoiled.

"Is it wrong? Anyway you say stuff like that all the time. I don't know.... There's a silver lining somewhere here. Besides, if you can't legally do anything, you could always just do it illegally."

"What?" Cinder said strangely.

"I mean if they ban you from missions again, I'm sure Raven will still let you go, just off her payroll," Royal said. "Then if you want to see this through, you can. We don't have to tell anyone."

"The Atlesian soldier is telling me to break the law?"

"Shocking, isn't it? It's almost like we can't be fit into the box of where we were born or what job we work." Royal was killingly sarcastic.

Cinder almost had to laugh but caught herself.

"Well, you're not as nice as you try to seem," she said. "If your friends heard you say that, they'd be concluding you already went to the dark side."

"Maybe they'd stop calling me 'Princey' at least," Royal grimaced. "I hate that nickname."

"Try being called the crazy witch," Cinder said.

"Well, they're both demeaning in different ways, but at least 'crazy witch' sounds a little more bad---," Royal said.

"I suppose if you go back far enough, royalty would also have more power," Cinder countered. "Just not now."

"Nope...it's an empty title. That's why I never liked the name--it's a joke," Royal said. "But it is what it is.... Now you told me about why your name is Cinder, it's kind of a similar thing. People stick you with this image that you didn't really get a say about. Maybe you didn't even want a part in it, but then it sticks."

"Maybe I shouldn't have envied people like you," Cinder said dryly. "Being hungry and abused is one thing, but I can't imagine having to fulfill a role that confining."

"No, I think you'd probably have had a hard time not burning the house down." Royal said that like it was a joke, though Cinder thought that was probably literally true.

She frowned. "It's not funny."

"Not funny exactly, but there's irony in here somewhere." Royal rubbed his head. "Isn't it weird though? Thinking that we grew up in almost the same area, but had such functionally different lives? All the others too.... I never got to see much of other people's lives growing up. Maybe I am kind of sheltered...but that wasn't my choice."

"It wasn't my choice to be what I was either," Cinder said.

She clenched a fist and looked at it. "At first.... At some point you either accept the label or you don't. And I did. I was a fool to serve Salem...but if I hadn't, she might still be out there. Fate seems inescapable."

"Here's the thought that I keep having," Royal mused. "What if fate and destiny are not the same thing? Fate is something that you can't avoid; it drags you along with it, and that's what we say when people's lives end miserably...but Destiny is something you have to work to attain, but it's put in your path, so that you can reach it if you make the right choices...but it's up to you to make them. It's the end goal, but it's not guaranteed. It makes more sense that way."

"But it doesn't help now," Cinder said. "All I have achieved is being part of stopping Salem and then the gods, and I fought that most of the way. I only really accepted it at the very end. If that was the high point of my entire life, what am I doing now? The rest of it is just trying to atone, or at least avoid, the past events."

"Well, I'm not someone with all the answers," Royal said. "But I think I'd be asking, if that's the case, why do you think Miss Likstar and Mr. West saved you to begin with? They didn't have to. Could they have done it all without you?"

"Yes, easily." Cinder frowned at her lap.

"Then what?"

"I've been asking that question since it happened. I've never come up with an answer."

"Why did they save everyone else?" Royal pushed.

Cinder closed her eyes, thinking back to it.

"Different reasons, I suppose.... For Oscar, it was for his freedom, since he never asked for what happened. That made sense.... For Pyrrha, she had more to do with her life.... For the rest...I suppose they knew they had to complete their quest to save the world if the world was going to go on at all.... Shine told us all afterward that her goal was that we have the chance to have an abundant life, whatever that means. That we could live out whatever we chose to do."

"And you think she meant for everyone but you?" Royal said.

"Well...I suppose not," Cincer hedged, nervously.

"I don't know what they see," Royal said, "but after meeting them, I know that they wouldn't waste their energy on anyone or anything that wouldn't pay off. All of you on the team had a reason to be there. I don't think it was just about the magic. Would they say that now? Giving up now would be a waste of what they did. Frankly, I don't think you should risk your life to save the world and then just give up on living a real life."

"Hmfr...that does sound like what they would say," Cinder said. "Considering how little time you've known them, I'm surprised."

"I've been able to read people pretty well my whole life," Royal said. "I know they aren't gods or anything, but I figure anyone who can travel worlds has to have insight other people don't have. And they know stuff.... I don't think they'd have led you on if it wasn't possible. You may not think you're worth the effort, but they aren't the cruel type who'd lie to someone just to use them, regardless of what they're like, isn't that it?"

"Actually...you're almost repeating what Shine used to say all the time," Cinder said. "She was insufferable about it, to the others. She always said that she would not lie to the group to get what she wanted. She wouldn't just use people like that. She tricked them, but in the end, the most harm she did to them was letting them play themselves.... She trapped Watts, but taking her way out would have freed him--did, in fact. Doing what he wanted would have gotten him killed if the others had had their way."

"If she and her partner were willing to do that, they wouldn't be making it up about what they expected either," Royal insisted. "And they seem to have connections with the Big Boss up there, who I still don't know much about, but it's legit. So if by proxy that means He's got it under control, then there's really no reason to worry."

"That has to be the most roundabout way to get to that point I've ever heard." Cinder was incredulous.

"Lady, if I'd seen half the things you'd seen in person, I think I'd never doubt things aren't in my control again--or maybe I would. I guess to doubt is human, but as it stands, it's not logical." Royal shrugged.

"Stop calling me 'lady'. It sounds like I'm jaywalking," Cinder frowned. "And logical or not..." But she didn't have a real retort.

What could she say? Either it was that way or it wasn't.

And oddly, she felt calmer.

She was quiet for a little, and then, as if desperate to get back on an unemotional subject, she said, "So what were you talking to Emerald about earlier?"

"What? Oh..." Royal looked uncomfortable. "Nothing."

"It was a long conversation for nothing." Cinder was suspicious.

"Were you watching us?" Royal caught her.

"I.... No, but you didn't join the others," Cinder lied.

"Neither did you. What were you talking about?"

"Me? We were discussing the mission," Cinder said, "and then the futility of us bothering to show up at all."

"That was what Emerald thought," Royal said. "I'm sure Xiao Long was messing with us, now."

"What? What did she say?" Cinder frowned.

"Not important."

"If it was so secret, I wonder if I should be concerned," Cinder frowned.

"Why would you be concerned? You 'don't care'." Royal made air quotes. "We weren't talking about you, if that helps."

It didn't.

"Well, just briefly, Emerald was explaining a bit more about the past, but not that much," Royal reflected. "Emerald's a really thoughtful person, you know."

"I'm sure." Cinder didn't know why she sounded hard there, but she felt a little annoyed.

Her tone change didn't escape Royal, though he wasn't sure why.

"You don't agree?"

"I think Emerald overthinks...but she's softer than the rest of us." Cinder wasn't really going to tear into Emerald even in her anger, not after she'd been so nice.... That kind of malice wasn't in her anymore.

"I feel bad for her. Someone with such a big heart deserved a better life than she had," Royal mused. "But life isn't fair. I'm glad she's happier now. She treats everyone with consideration. That's a rare person."

Cinder frowned again, though she still wasn't sure why she was miffed.

"So that's all you talked about?"

"You're kind of hung up on this. Like I said, it wasn't about you. She was trying to worm out of me what Raven talked to me about."

"What did Raven talk to you about?"

"It's nothing you'd want to hear."

"Now I'm sure I do." Cinder frowned. "If you're hiding it."

"Hiding it?" Royal looked annoyed. "It's none of your business."

He got a look like "really?" in response.

Royal scowled, but then he sighed. "Okay, fine. But no wisecracks about it. Restrain yourself.... Raven thinks I should get promoted. She wants me to take on leadership roles."

Pause.

"I'm waiting for the part where there was something actually funny," Cinder said.

"It's not funny, it's just not me," Royal said. "But I can't come up with anything to tell her other than what I already said, and she basically told me that wasn't good enough. I think she might force it on me. I can't just resign to avoid it--that's pathetic, and I like flying.... I don't mind doing the hard missions. But I don't want to lead them. I don't like the idea of telling people what to risk their lives for."

"You don't have to lead to do that," Cinder muttered. "So you're going to say no? To more authority?"

"Hey, not everyone wants that," Royal said a bit tersely.

She flinched.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have said that...but maybe you're comfortable with pursuing higher positions, but that's just not me," Royal said.

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but aren't you supposed to be a public servant?" Cinder said. "Isn't that more about what you can do and not what you want?"

"So what I want doesn't matter?" Royal tensed. "I'm willing to serve the public, but I don't want to call the shots."

"What if you had no choice?" Cinder said.

"Why are you pushing this? Why would it matter to you?" Royal said. "You're not in the force."

"So I'm objective," Cinder said. "I don't see the problem. Also, I think your reason is bulls---."

"That's what Raven said, and it kind of pisses me off that both of you think I'm making this up," Royal said. "I'm not a coward."

"Raven just knows as well as I do that anyone in your job has to make life and death calls all the time," Cinder said. "I've watched you do it. Unwillingly, but there it was. You didn't have a problem then. What's the issue with getting paid to?"

"Because it's one thing if it's an emergency and it's another as a regular thing," Royal said.

She frowned. "So your judgments is only sound if it's under pressure? I wasn't aware that was something you could turn off and on."

"You making light of this after all the times you've said similar things is really pretty hypocritical," Royal bristled.

"And you getting offended after all the times you've told me things that were none of your business is equally hypocritical," Cinder shot back. "Raven must want to promote you for a reason. Is she worried about the state of the base?"

"Maybe...but how am I going to fix that? I'm one person."

Cinder shrugged, but not like she was convinced.

"Are you actually saying I should just accept?" Royal was surprised.

"My opinion doesn't count for much," Cinder said.

"Well, I'm curious now, so just say it."

"Fine.... To me, it's simple. If you're qualified, you do something. Raven clearly thinks so. There's no real reason not to do it. And if your main deterrent is people expecting something more of you and you not wanting more responsibility, I don't know why you'd do this job at all. People's lives already depend on it. A handful more of people who at least are trained for that is not that much worse risk. I didn't think leadership was something you had to 'feel like' doing in order to do it."

She glared at the far street. "Actually, I guarantee you'll not feel like it most of the time. It's nothing but a pain to make other people do things...but if they won't do them on their own..."

"So if you had to follow my lead, you would," Royal pressed.

"Don't be ridiculous. I don't like to follow anyone's lead," Cinder shot back. "But it's no worse than anyone else's, I suppose."

"Wow...high praise."

"What do you expect? Why would you refuse anyway?"

"Don't you get it?" Royal gestured. "I don't like to be people's boss, and the stakes are too high....  I tried to get away from that by joining this force."

"Things don't go the way you plan," Cinder said that more meanly than comfortingly. "The situation is different now. Should I be sorry that your family were a--h---s about trying to force things on you? This isn't the same thing. Raven is someone you chose to work for, and doing what she wants just comes with the turf."

"Oh, you're one to talk," Royal said.

"I'm not one to talk, but we're not the same," Cinder said. "If you're not planning to ditch them for your own gain, then you're going to have to compromise. That's how it works. Most people would be flattered by it. She's not trying to control your life, she's trying to make you expand, and if that's such a problem for you, maybe find a job that doesn't have rank."

"You really have no sympathy whatsoever." Royal was incredulous--but not angry sounding.

"Why would I? If this is a problem in your world, I can't imagine what a real crisis is." Cinder folded her arms. "People being forced to look to your example is such a burden."

"It can be, you know.... I don't like doing it."

"Isn't that better than liking it? If it doesn't go to your head?" Cinder shrugged. "It sounds selfish to put your own comfort above any potential gains that doing the job would have for anyone else."

Royal started to say something...and then stopped.

"I didn't think of it like that," he admitted slowly. "But what could I do than no else could do, who might actually like it?"

"I don't know...but I seem to recall someone suggesting a few minutes ago that destiny is something we achieve by choices." Cinder was killingly ironic there. "If you don't ever do anything different, then it's not moving toward any destiny, it's standing stock still. I don't see the appeal. I don't know much about making good choices, but I at least always knew that the lack of choice was a death sentence. This could just be an opportunity...and you're right, it doesn't affect me. It affects people who will actually have to step up if you don't. If not you, then other people who Raven thinks are less qualified will have to do it.... If that doesn't end well, what will she think? That's the trouble with holding yourself back.... Accomplishing less than you could has as many risks as trying to accompany too much."

"That's...actually, I think, the best advice you've ever given," Royal said. "And it sounds like real advice...weird."

Cinder also realized that she really had no reason to go into all that.... She could have just left it at thinking it was dumb.

Why had she anyway? Maybe it was a pet peeve for her when people held themselves back.

She was spared answering that question by Yang, Neptune, and Emerald coming around the corner.

"Well, you could have told us," Yang said to Royal.

"It's freezing out here," Neptune shivered.

"Why are you out?" Royal ignored them and asked Emerald.

"I'm going to Qrow and Winter's house," Emerald said, rubbing her arms. "The medics said I could go but I shouldn't be alone till my symptoms stop. Klein's over there watching the kids anyway (I guess he lives there now). So Winter is making me spend the night."

"And we're taking her there," Yang said. "But we were also looking for you." Pointing at Cinder.

"She's fine," Royal said before Cinder could answer with something snippy. "The tram takes forever this time of night."

"Why not just drive with us?" Neptune said. "I called a cab, should be back there any minute."

"I'm game. My car's still at the base," Royal reflected. "I forgot to get it out. The garage is closed now, so I'll have to wait."

"That seems like a dumb rule," Emerald said.

"It has to be an emergency if you open it after closing," Yang said. "And not wanting to walk or ride home in the snow isn't an emergency.... I left my bike there once and found that out the hard way."

"I picked her up, but if you don't have a backup driver, you're stuck with public transportation," Neptune shrugged. "Don't you know that, Em?"

"Don't talk to me. My head still hurts," Emerald pleaded injury for her state of ignorance.

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["More Than Useless"--Relient K]

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The following day to the Dolor mission, Robyn and Raven interrogated Tyrone, who didn't put up much of a fight.

Unfortunately, he knew less than they wanted. He was not actually a bandit or a pirate, he was just bribed by them to help them infiltrate the town, with the promise of his own goods being left alone, which had been kept.

"How did they contact you?" Raven said.

"I have a friend who lives in the Mistral Capital," Tyrone said, sourly. "Moved there a few years ago. A Faunus. He's no pirate, but he wasn't the type to say no to some extra cash on the side, honest or not. He's been trying to get me to join him there for a while, saying the opportunities are better if you know how to play your cards. He wants more help running his racket, and we used to do jobs together."

"Dishonest ones, I take it." Raven frowned.

"Some. Some were just...creative," Tyrone said. "It was never anything that would really hurt anybody. The townspeople were fine with us as long as we still did other work. We don't pry into each other's business too much in Dolor."

"How unusual for a town so small," Robyn said. 

"It's because most of us just move there from other places. It's an in-between town from the other tiny ones to the bigger ones. People who don't want the busier life tend to just stop there, close enough to go to the city when they need to." Tyrone shrugged. "Ask anyone else there. It's why they didn't think anything of a stranger passing through with a special delivery for me. Happens all the time.... But they had the device with them and told me how to use it.... They didn't say how much damage they were actually going to do."

"How does that make it okay?" Robyn's interrogations always annoyed Raven because she got emotional at some point and started lecturing the interrogatees.

Raven kicked her from the other side of the table so that Tyrone wouldn't see it, and Robyn swallowed in annoyance.

"So who is this friend of yours? Clearly he's in bad company," Raven said.

Tyrone paused. "Can you force me to tell the truth?" he asked Robyn.

Robyn hesitated. "I can rule out any lies you tell us till we get the truth," she said.

No point not answering. He'd figure it out if she didn't answer him.

"In that case, I'm not going to tell you who he is unless you promise something first," Tyrone said. "See, after seeing what they did to me with that...ugly, clawed thing that appeared, I got to thinking, maybe they did the same to him."

"It's possible," Raven said flatly.

"I didn't mean to pick up Grimm like that," Tyrone said. "Since your team blasted it off me, I've been wondering why I agreed to that plan.... It sounded harmless enough at first, but after a while, I stopped caring about how bad it might get even when it looked like it wasn't going to be a light job. I was told at first the Grimm would be light, just a distraction.... When they swarmed in like that, I didn't care about that, only about making sure I didn't get caught by them and got my cut safe.... I didn't used to be that greedy. I won't say I was a very good guy, but I wouldn't have done anything like that in the past.... Something was just...strange about it."

"That's how the Mind Grimm work," Raven said.

Tyrone shuddered. "Well, they didn't tell me that. I never saw the beast till that weird woman did her thing. It freaks me the frick out...but that said, I'm not sure my friend would do this either. Knowingly. It's a bit extreme...so I think they might have poisoned him with those... things. If so, I want you to help him, not kill him."

"We shouldn't kill him lightly, until we have proof he did this on purpose, and then the Council has to decide how seriously to treat these new crimes," Raven said. "Most of them don't think letting people plead 'Grimm influence' as a reason to be absolved of crime is a good move, and I agree...but if it is making people worse than before, we can't hold them entirely responsible either. It's still being figured out. He might get off lighter if it turns out he was infected...but that's assuming he even was."

"At least promise me you'll verify that first," Tyrone said.

Robyn looked at Raven and held out her other hand. "I think we can at least do that. We should find out that anyway," she said.

Raven took her hand and sighed. "As much as it's up to my team, we'll do it."

Robyn's hand glowed green. And she nodded at Tyrone.

"Okay," he said. "His name is Jack Dawkins. If he hasn't moved locations, you can find him in the lower side of Mistral. Where people go who don't want to get caught."

"I know the area," Raven said.

"He won't tell you s--- if he thinks you're with the law," Tyrone said. "But if you tell him his Artistic Friend sent you, he'll know I tipped you off. Might work."

"I'll say this much for you, at least you want to help your friend," Robyn said. "I do get sick of criminals who are totally selfish."

"It's not just that,.I want to stick it to those b-----ds who stuck me with that monster," Tyrone frowned. "But sure, who wishes that on anyone else? I'm not a psycho."

Robyn just shook her head at Raven wryly.