“It is not pleasant for me to say, human. But times are not so kind, and circuity would only serve us ill. You have been thrust into a role you did not want, and for which you were not trained. And you will have to live with the weight of your burdens in this world, striving to regain some lost semblance of meaning and purpose until the day you die.” Her words were final, resolute, and fell like hammer blows. “Ponies have been driven to madness or worse by far less. I suppose the question that you need to ask yourself is...Will you carry on? Or will this be the thing that breaks you?”