“I didn’t exactly have a choice,” she replied evenly. “We were both his commanders. Though we kept to ourselves as often as we could. And as much as I hated admitting it, he was good at what he did. Really good. He loved being evil and causing carnage, like it was his calling in life. Looting, pillaging, terrorizing: you name it, he enjoyed doing it. If he were a pony, I’m sure he’d have a cutie mark in pure evil, or something.”