Previously:

‘I’m a monster, I am a bloody monster...’

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You saved lives, you know why you did this.

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“Oh, thank Luna you’re safe Fluttershy.”

Chapter 72: Knowledge, or Lack Thereof

Fluttershy would watch Dusk for the remainder of the night, carefully observing how he would act. Sadly, she could tell that something was amiss, but she didn’t know what. He was acting like he saw a ghost. He seemed jittery, and would frequently check his surroundings as if he was expecting something to appear. He was a lot less talkative, and any attempt of her to talk to him would quickly return to silence. However, he would almost follow her to every room that she would enter, like how a young colt would follow it’s mother.

She had noticed that his wings seemed a little stressed, and her theory of why, is that he could have flown back to her house as fast as he physically could. With his rather panicked entrance, she would not be surprised if she were right. He had gained a large bruise in the area between his right foreleg and wing, which needed to be bandaged up, since he was lightly bleeding as well. He had told her that he would fix the door when he could, and that he was sorry. He did not say anything else throughout the rest of the night though, and did not provide her with any answers as to what happened. By all rights, she should have been mad at him, not only for rendering her door incapable, and for his dismissive behavior. If she were another mare, she would have already forced the answers out of him, but she couldn’t do that to him. Not now.

There were times where he would stop following her, and look out of a window; searching for something. Every time he would look out, he seemed to calm down ever so slightly. She would ask him what he was looking for, and he would always answer in a vague manner, never telling her what this thing was. However, he had told her something strange when she tried a third time.

“I don’t want to know what I’m looking for, and hope that I will never see it.”

Fluttershy was quite surprised when she heard that, and immediately continued to ask questions related to his response. Sadly, she had gotten nowhere, since Dusk kept on telling her not to worry about it, and that it was all in his head. She was worried about him, it wasn’t like him to be acting like this. His first weeks in Ponyville may have caught up with him, with all of the problems that had arisen since he and her had experienced. Both herself and him had changed throughout the last couple of weeks. She had been venturing out of the town at a significantly lessened rate, and has been staying in her own house for a majority of the day. Also, she had begun to cast a wary eye of ponies she did not recognise.

The changes she saw in Dusk were more internal, per se. As the time passed, his general mood seemed to grow more serious and even somewhat depressive. She knew that he had gained too many bad memories in the time he has spent here, and it was taken an effect on him physically, and mentally. He wasn’t as happy as he normally is, and she knew it. She needed to know what had happened to him when he was gone. She knew that she wouldn’t be able to get anything from him in this state though. She would need to wait until tomorrow (at the earliest) to ask again. She told him that she would be going to bed, and asked if he was coming. He said that he would come up later, and she should just sleep without him for now.

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‘What is wrong with me?’

Dusk was sitting in the middle of the lounge room, in the only lit room in the house. He was anxious, his Sixth Sense told him to come here, and he did, but for what? He had expected there to be some kind of intruder inside, since the Sense would always directing to something violent happening to somepony he knows about. Nothing had happened when he barged in, and nothing has happened now either. Maybe he panicked too much, and let the stress overwhelm him. He did not know what was going on in his mind, but he needed to find out. He needed to know why the Sense ‘told’ him to go to Fluttershy’s. There was no reason for him to actually come back...

But then, he remembered something in his calmed state. This wasn’t a violent issue he was dealing  with, it was about the battle in his own mind. He had blown up in front of Fluttershy for no reason hours before, somehow ended up berating himself at the very end. He had thought of himself as useless, and remembered how Fluttershy would seem to object to every bad thing he said about himself. He did not know why he needed to run away though. He may have been too caught in the moment to think any more rationally.

When he was laying on the cloud, he was having a mental problem with himself, before his Sense told him to come back. However, what made no sense, is the fact that he needed to go back to Fluttershy’s home. How would his battle with himself affect Fluttershy?

To answer this, he might need someone smarter to possibly answer these questions for him, since he was coming up with nothing. Knowing this, he was curious to the general nature of his Sense. He didn't know enough about it, and felt that some understanding may make things a lot more clear about his Sense. He looked outside, and saw that it was quite dark now. A bit earlier than when he normally sleeps, but still dark.

Without further notice, he began to fly to the centre of town hoping that somepony would be able to help him, somepony named Twilight Sparkle...