“I keep hoping…” Flurry Heart muttered, not looking away from the screens. “If I keep watching long enough, I’ll see… see it go different. There are billions of them. Celestia made me watch for months, and I haven’t even seen a tiny piece of it. Maybe one has a happy ending.” She turned then—and she looked worse than she had in the simulation. Her mane ragged and patchy, falling out in places. Her eyes swollen and bloodshot, her coat thin and faded. If she’d been a stray a pound took it, they probably would’ve put her down for fear of getting all the other dogs sick.