"She's a foal!" The stallion shouted, indignant. "She doesn't know what's best for her! Of course she's going to want to stay with the one who traktis ŝin bone—she doesn't even know what just happened." His tone cooled a little, and James could see a sneer on his face. "The factory let you go, didn't they? Nopony in town will hire a pony like you, Lightning Dust. If she knew what you've done..."