“Yes, we see.” Luna sighed. “We have studied thy case, Beatrix Lulamoon. We know that thou didst flee Ponyville after the Ursa Minor those foalish colts awoke came into town. Rather than turn to explain thine actions and face justice like a mature pony, thou chosest to flee. We know that thou didst spend time stewing upon thy sorry lot in life, and rather than earn by merit that which thou didst believe thou deserved, thou sought to seize it by guile.