"Always grey walls, metal catwalks. Barely any freedom from the bosses. Always working, always making sure Equestria had rainbows to look at... pretty, pretty rainbows..." Rainbow let out a childish giggle, feeling spear and sword jam into her heart, lungs, throat, her eyes and her abdomen. She was going to be left a bloody mess in the middle of nowhere, but she never complained, never cried out in pain or begged for mercy. Her want for death simply drove the aggressors on, stoking their rage. "Beautiful rainbows, rainbows I made..."