“When I saw him again, I tried to reach out,” she resumed, noticeably calmer. “I tried to talk to him, but he wanted nothing to do with me. Nothing! In fact, he hoped... h-he hoped...” She breathed out, finding courage to articulate her next words. “He hoped that horrible things would happen to me. He told me so with such authenticity, it’s almost as if he pledged an oath. I’ve never, never seen a pony who wished for my own demise with the passion he exerted!”