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Danse Mors looked back at Cassius for some support, hoping in vain that she recovered herself. Instead he got a blank stare; one of introspection. Maisie was struck down as well. He sighed. It seemed like everyone he touched came down with that same blank stare. Danse could hardly be blamed. The end always seemed to cause others to look back. He snapped his fingers quickly, searching for the barista. He needed another jolt to his system. His outbursts were leaving him exhausted. "Oy!" he said. Yet she was nowhere to be found. He left the others to hunt down caffeine.