Before Daria had gotten to him, Mask had cleared a tiny spot. Of course, whacking people with a cane drew all kinds of angry glares but not seeing them made them easier to bear. What made it harder was the fact that he was now, alone, and he felt Daria was out of his reach. "What did I do, Rivers, to hurt you? Why did fate choose me as a punching bag?" He said softly.<br/><br/>Then he felt Daria hug him and he felt happiness return. But he still felt awkward; what if Rivers still liked her? He smiled in her direction, though. "Hello again..."