“I do not lie. I have never lied in my life. Not to anyone,” he swore, staring daggers at Handy and pawing at the ground in agitation. Perhaps he had pushed him too far? “I swore to my mother. I swore to her on her deathbed I’d get the stone. I’d wish her to be better… I’d make everything better for dad and her. I’d make sure they’d never need to worry about anything ever again,” he confessed. “That’s why I am here. That’s why I stayed here, all these years, after dad told me to give up the foal’s errand. I… I admit I may have lost sight of what really matters,” he said, looking down at the ground as he closed his eyes. “But that does not give you any right to come here and shatter our hopes when I am trying to keep everypony strong! I promised everypony we’d get out, that we’d see our loved ones again. I promised you all that everything will be okay, and I swear that I will see it through,” he said, glancing back at Happy Hour who was staring at him with hooves over her mouth. “No matter what.”