“Princess Celestia,” I said, cutting her off, “I believe that in this case, perhaps a different sentence may be more suitable,” before I looked at Neighsay, “This pony is clearly… not well. I am no doctor, but his mental state is clearly unstable. Possibly paranoid schizophrenia or something similar. Banishing him to tartarus would be wrong in my mind. I understand there is a precedent in the judgment in this sort of crime, but in this case I believe we should make an exception.”