Parrot stumbled into a tree again. He had to keep going. He had to get back to his base. He was beaten, bloody, barely able to walk, and the trap and fight he’d been in had almost killed him. Parrot persisted, even as his legs failed him again and a again, because giving up meant death. But Parrot was so, so tired. He wouldn’t be able to make it much longer. Parrot needed help, and the only person close enough to give him that help had betrayed him. Even tho Spoke still tried. Parrot was stuck