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*"…and that's when I saw them, that's when I knew we'd made a mistake. Someone had overlooked things that should have been glaringly obvious. Gold Heart was a pale mare, despite the name she was just an off shade of yellowish creme… The stallion slumped up against the door was a strong, stone grey… The enchanted rounds had torn chunks out of his skull and burned the impact areas, but there was no mistaking the glasses hanging from his bloodied hoof. We'd killed Stone Heart."*
*"…think of it like this, take Red Eye and the whole population of Filly, now imagine if they weren't slaves and practically worshiped him like Celestia herself. This stallions presence was world altering, and we killed him. But, that wasn't the worst part. He wasn't alone."*
*"His wife was there like she was supposed to be, lying on the floor in a spray of blood and smoldering fabric. There must have been seven, eight rounds that punched into her barrel. She was dead… I was expecting that, but… I wasn't expecting the soft white form she'd curled around. A filly… maybe ten? Twelve? . . . . …I still don't know, Gold must have thrown herself over the little mare when the shooting started. Faust alone knows how many fillies and colts i've stolen parents from over the years."*
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*"No… no my mission was complete, I… I couldn't bring myself to examine them, they were dead. I gathered my team, and we got moving towards our Exfil Point. I don't think I'll ever forget that moment… all the regrets I felt, the crushing weight of what I'd done? . . …I swore I even heard that filly's voice whisper something from the other side… no-one in that car could have survived."*
*"…I got a commendation, my team got another mission… and Prance's army was practically destroyed within a year when they joined the war seeking vengence, ground down by the sheer strength of the Zebra, then their civilians started to suffer, not from the war. But from MoM… from the 'Peacekeeping Forces' we sent to garrison the now 'defenseless' lands of Prance."*
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"I'll never forget what I've done… but that's why I'm here, trying to do some good. Now come on, there's work that needs to be done. I've already talked your ear off enough."
*"…think of it like this, take Red Eye and the whole population of Filly, now imagine if they weren't slaves and practically worshiped him like Celestia herself. This stallions presence was world altering, and we killed him. But, that wasn't the worst part. He wasn't alone."*
*"His wife was there like she was supposed to be, lying on the floor in a spray of blood and smoldering fabric. There must have been seven, eight rounds that punched into her barrel. She was dead… I was expecting that, but… I wasn't expecting the soft white form she'd curled around. A filly… maybe ten? Twelve? . . . . …I still don't know, Gold must have thrown herself over the little mare when the shooting started. Faust alone knows how many fillies and colts i've stolen parents from over the years."*
*. . .*
*"No… no my mission was complete, I… I couldn't bring myself to examine them, they were dead. I gathered my team, and we got moving towards our Exfil Point. I don't think I'll ever forget that moment… all the regrets I felt, the crushing weight of what I'd done? . . …I swore I even heard that filly's voice whisper something from the other side… no-one in that car could have survived."*
*"…I got a commendation, my team got another mission… and Prance's army was practically destroyed within a year when they joined the war seeking vengence, ground down by the sheer strength of the Zebra, then their civilians started to suffer, not from the war. But from MoM… from the 'Peacekeeping Forces' we sent to garrison the now 'defenseless' lands of Prance."*
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"I'll never forget what I've done… but that's why I'm here, trying to do some good. Now come on, there's work that needs to be done. I've already talked your ear off enough."
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