“Don’t remind me. I’m still working on the Appleloosa thing. I can make and remake systems, but there being living, breathing peo- er, ponies involved, that’s, uh, it’s throwing me. It’s a totally different kind of pressure. Even with Luna’s help something’s just not clicking. It should be as easy as just moving things around, but these reserves are in-place for reasons. Should I just be taking them? Will the ponies I’m inconveniencing dislike Celestia for it? I can’t have my first job in her service bring her disdain.” You sit heavily in your chair and slump over the desk, head in your hands. “I’m not cut out for this. I was never management material. Celestia made a mistake.”