“Not a lie,” said Discord, lounging in an oversized chair near one wall. Large enough that it could’ve seated a human, and Discord had to be about that size. “That’s precisely what you were. The only slight alteration to the story is the implication that you knew about the danger and came here of your own accord. That’s all sin of assumption, I swear. But ponies prefer to lie, even to themselves. You like your agency.”