"Can I? Can I really?" you asked, your tone growing harsher, a burning sensation building at the back of your throat. "Because I was here all of a week when your hive snatched me out of Canterlot. Sure, I've been given things, but they've just been given to me. You give a child candy and toys to keep them complacent. I want to choose again. I want to get out there and find some place that belongs to me because I chose to make it mine. Even if I had returned to Canterlot, I was going to want to leave, because they'd be doing the same thing to me. Keeping me cooped up in a castle for my own safety as they tried to find a way home for me. They want me to be a dog, but I'm a wolf!"