“It’s probably not healthy,” Amanita said, “but… three weeks ago, I learned that I’d been violating my dead marefriend’s mind every time I called her up. The only other pony in my life was unsympathetic. Since then, I’ve seen a village killed, raced across the Frozen North, killed several ponies, and saved somepony’s life only to have them turned into a necromantic thrall and need to be put down. It’s not like I had time to stop and go to a therapist.” She giggled shrilly. “I barely had time to stop at all. Maybe now that I can stop worrying about Circe, I can get my head back in order.”