"If you don't want to see it, you needn't look at it, Reaper. And... I'm not sure. I'm just glad Mrs. Cake allowed us sanctuary for the time being." Luna shook her head as she sat next to the bed, looking over Rainbow's slumbering face. The first-aid work had gone quite well, most of her injuries being treated with ice packs or bandages, but the pressure on her neck had left a near-permanent bruise. Whispers reached out to the Princess, accusations, interrogations, terrible insults from very familiar voices; Rainbow's friends had become her torturers. "...She's shattered. Even now, her dreams are plagued with predictions."