Bitterroot grunted noncommittally. Artemis was one of those people, who never turned from their beliefs and felt the need to control everything. A narcissist: death before dishonor. Arguing with her would only bring up the same petty gripes she’d had with Trace. And if she couldn’t even put herself in some other pony’s hooves, then Artemis would never see the effect she was having on Trace. It was only a matter of time before the two of them started squabbling again.