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Trent has no illusions.

He was turned evil by his own father. He was turned into a monster.

It scares him, some days. How close he came to hurting the people he needed. How much he needed them.

How much he still needs them.

He's always been alone. His parents have been too busy for him, both his biological parents and his adopted father. He learned to live with it.

He thought he was fine.

Then he was turned.

All he remembers is the fear. The way it almost hurt when someone came too close to them, and he would shove them violently away.

The desperate hunger for someone, anyone, to be near him. To touch him. To let him scream out his pain, his confusion, his fear.

The two emotions ruled him. It made him angry, agressive, antisocial. He didn't need the war inside him.

He needed salvation.

The other evil Rangers enjoyed, on some level, the evil.

He never has.

Trent has no illusions.

He needs people. He needs freindship, love, comfort, family.

But he destroyed it on his own.

He imagines Someone, somewhere, laughing. For all his need, he destroyed whatever trust the Rangers had in him.

So he avoids them.

It hurts. It hurts like nothing he's ever known. But to be near them, looking through his invisible barrier at their freindship...

That's worse. It will drive him insane, the need for friends.

This is the lesser of two evils.

And it's slowly killing him.