“He seems compliant enough, he has nowhere to go. He’s a pariah. Even if we were to release him he would likely die of starvation or worse. With his injuries he won’t be able to maintain disguises for any length of time. He’ll never fly again with only one wing. The doctor says he’ll probably be able to walk normally again once he heals but even then only after months of painful physical therapy,” Celestia droned on before changing her inflection. “But…” Luna’s ears perked at her tone. “Call me crazy but I think he might still be useful.”