And Pinkie would simply sit there, mane still puffed up... the last bastion as her coat lost its lustre, and her tail lost its fluff. And she'd simply stare at Rainbow, the silence between them as loud as river rapids, every wave slamming into Rainbow harder than the last. The silence would last for an eternity, everypony's eyes on her, until she finally mustered up the strength to utter a few words, barely any louder than the sobbing pegasus beside her.