You bring your knees up and hug the unconscious Twilight to your chest, her head beside yours, and bury your face in her shoulder and wing. You shouldn’t have tried to handle this yourself. You should have let the mares take care of it for you. This isn’t your world. Their justice isn’t yours to emulate. You never should have forgiven the filly. Never should have told the guards to go lightly. You should have been the predator you bragged about being and killed Blueblood, or at least fucked him up, made him understand that you weren’t to be messed with. If that put you in prison or worse, well…