The unicorn looked away. "I lost my temper. There was a . . . a tapestry hanging from some of the cables. With blood on it." The dam burst. In a rush Sunset described the memories sparked by the horrible trophy, the thoughts and images tumbling through her head, the pain and wrath, the burning need to strike back, the ugly satisfaction as she did. By the time she finished, her head drooped and her voice had fallen to a whisper in shame. "And then I hurt you. That feels even worse than all the rest of it put together."