        “I-I’m” Thomas’ voice cracked, his eyes once filled with rage now were cooled, soft, and if Rarity was allowed to believe it, sad, “...fuck.” Thomas’ shoulders slumped as he turned away from the mares, dragging his feet as though they were weighted down. He stopped at the foot of the stairs, glancing back to the still shaking mares, then slowly walked up. They all flinched as a door upstairs slammed closed.