The eruption had to have a cause, of course. Why would it go off on its own? Everything had a reason. It only made sense. Twilight always said that. Why would Pinkie try and believe otherwise? That eruption... th-that killed Scootaloo... The thought brought an image of Rainbow Dash rising from the inferno, her mane completely red from the searing magma dripping off her body. She walked to the edge of the town and sat down, staring back at Pinkie with just as empty a look in her eye as Pinkie. Another twitch of the eye came to her.