"More useful...? Is that it?" Scootaloo's voice shook as her eyes turned back to the target of her hatred, "Is that all I was to you? Somepony who was 'useful'? A tool? Some pathetic little object that could carry on your legacy?" She rose to her hooves and walked over to her 'hero', feeling a boiling in her stomach that she'd not felt since the torture of her days in Ponyville's lonely schoolhouse, at the hooves of those two fillies, "And when that tool stopped being a handy little thing... you binned it, just like all those other foals, right? Is that all we are?" Her eye twitched as Rainbow continued staring at the ground, the boiling turning into an eruption of fury, "Look at me, you useless mare!! Look at me when I speak to you!"