> "It's said that a pony don't really know himself so long as he don't has lost what he holds dear. But I discoverd that is only when you lose that what you hold dearest that you are free to make what you will. I believed enough know myself: duffer, runaway, pariah, traitor, monster … But I discovered that even the liberty has a price. Awating to be free, my prison leaves with me. It doesn't have to have four wall for my new cell. Make no mistake about it: whatever you'll undertake, your reward comes alway with his batch of glory, but with his batch of sorrow too. I maked my jail a Castle, and now my freedom is waiting for me."