"I'm not mad." She states, her voice soft but the words heavier than stone, as she starts walking forwards towards the remains of her friend. "But I'm very disappointed in you all." The words hit like a cannon. Some of the poor things visibly flinch, and they all immediately drop whatever body-part they had snagged and grovel at Fluttershy's feet, mewling and whimpering. She keeps Staring, with a capital S.