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Glowing eyes tracked Wraith as Grim trotted along behind him, taking care to note how he moved and if he was hurting. With every step the man took he seemed to recover a bit more and then - then he just stood there. Staring off at nothing. The shadowmancer tilted his head, ignoring Mindraker for a moment to watch.

It was still disconcerting and frankly violating to Grim that his mind had been manipulated. He had attacked the two people he was trying to back up, and though neither seemed particularly hurt - or at least in Wraith’s case he was recovering, as was rumored he could - it still made an uneasy feeling crawl along under Grim’s skin. Slimy, cold, unpleasant.

“Wraith?” The deep rumble from the mask went unanswered as the man continued to stare, glancing over to the fox and then back to him. However before Grim went to shake him, Wraith snapped out of it and moved on. Kicking open the door to the apartments.

“You’re not going to drag someone out of bed to beat the shit out of them, are you? What are you even doing here?” The drone that had been idly floating overhead slowly puttered down, and Grim leaned against it as though it could actually hold his weight. “My drones just caught sight of a fight.”

Grim’s mask snapped up at motion inside the apartments, over Wraith’s shoulder.

Another, masked like a rabbit and gone just as fast. Another of Mindraker’s hallucinations? No.

“Is that one of yours?” He tilted his head to the fox masked lady curiously, wondering if the similar visage was signs of a partnership.