Blackwing walked calmly next to her in silence, wishing he could explain to her what the hell was going on, but knowing damn well that telling her that he was slowly slipping into a state of insanity might not go over very well. The only thing he could really do was go with it and try not to snap.... He shuddered a bit as he thought of what might happen if she was near him when he did.... It was then he realized that he needed to get away from everypony and fast. She already hated him, he could tell. What did he have to lose if he just flew off? The adornment of a mare whom you might never see again? I suppose death would keep things quite quiet though, if need be....