Honour considered her own situation. Yes, she was just a corporal; the lowest position of any actual leadership in the Guard. But she had come from a pretty low station in life, knowing nothing of noble pleasures and luxuries. Now she was in the exclusive VIP service, with decorated guardsponies in her charge. She’d spent that time travelling among the rich and powerful of Equestrian society -- J. P. Mustang, the Privy Council, even Her Majesty Princess Luna in pony. Honour used to think she hadn't made much of her life, and maybe she had squandered some of her potential -- but, in that moment of reflection in one of Canterlot Castle's calm, quiet, hallways, she realized that she hadn't done that badly, after all.