Raven listens to Ryan as he looks around the second floor, debating on where they should start farming and ultimately deciding that where Ryan had just come from would be the best place to do it. As Ryan discloses his thoughts on the parties, he sighs. "Ryan, this game is designed to find some way to secure casualties amongst the players. Even if they trusted each other like we trust each other, there would still be losses, still be deaths." [i]Deaths like Karen's. Nice job, idiot, letting her go with that over confident, suspicious know it all.[/i] Raven pushed the depression induced thought away, forcing himself to stay as positive as possible and stay strong for his friends, for his teammates. He couldn't let the depression kick in now.

"But you're right, we can try to teach them that not everyone is out to kill them the moment they're out in the field, that if you trust each other and watch each others back, you can survive and help each other reach the end." He forces a smile, despite the rising depression. "I vote we start that guild."