“L-look…” Catskill stammered, knowing it was already far too late. “T-trace, we… can…” She collapsed against a wall and started blinking back tears. It wasn’t fair. It was not fair. Nothing in the past few days had gone right. She’d died trying to save somepony from a bear. She’d failed in putting some distance between Amanita and the ponies who were hunting her. She hadn’t been able to protect Amanita from their attacks. She hadn’t seen Artemis’s blatant antagonism for what it was. And she hadn’t even been able to ensure Trace didn’t die alone.