"DAMNIT..." growled Keystone, finally understanding the particulars of his situation. Against his nature, the best way to help prevent the loss of life and get any answers at all was to run. Fast and far, until lasting respite could be found. His presence hurt those who could defend themselves. With regret, he heeded the Captain's advice. 

Aboard the carriage, he looked to his companion so far in this two-day tragedy, "You don't like to run; I don't like to either. Today we run. If I hang about, Dark & Ugly'll get even stronger. Their best chance to live involves me sodding off until I find out what's in my head and how I can help it."

He paused for a moment, and continued, "I understand, Sir Knight, if'n you and I part ways now. But I can't fight it as I am, and I need answers. Too many people've snuffed it already."

As soon as distance was put between himself and the fighting, Keystone tried to reestablish the mental rapport with his new friend.