He didn't feel any guilt, or sadness, or sympathy for the plight of the thestrals. None whatsoever. Their fellow ponies distrusted and distanced themselves from each and every one of them? Handy was perfectly fine with that. The one who ruined his life had deep doubts and self-loathing over what she had done— No, correction, the consequences of what she'd done for her people? Frankly, he was surprised nothing worse had befallen her. Maybe he'd correct that at some point. That the entire damned race of vampires being treated with increasing suspicion and hostility, even because of his lies and myth-making was something he was fine with. Even if the regrettable harm he had dealt Shocks was his doing, he was content that it should be to their detriment. That he was not saddened in anyway came as no surprise to him.