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[/html]Trent was ashamed of how apathic he'd been, how he had just blended into daily life in the pack and hadn't really put any effort forward to... well, to anything, really. He had met up with Alder and Terra, when she was wounded at the time, for a bit. But Trent felt so detached, and he wasn't sure what he could do about changing that. The stupid pony drove him mad, too, and he tended to leave her with Alder most of the time, or wherever Alder kept his horses, anyway; Trent selfishly knew that Alder would care for the horses, anyway, and so he left Pony there most of the time, because the damn thing followed him around if he didn't.
Today he rested just outside the Chien Hotel in his optime form, the hot sun beaming down on him, looking at the building. He'd grown used to the human society - even though he still didn't have jeans, like Sebastian had, or anything else that was great; because apparently, Trent was an awful treasure hunter and the only treasure he ever found then turned out to already belong to someone else. And then there was Terra, who somehow could've made things right, or Alder, who actually cared, but he just hid for them, afraid of what good they might bring him, perhaps. He sighed at that, feeling miserably sorry for himself and his pathetic life.