“I lost the chance to just be normal again,” she continued, paying the small crowd around her no mind as she kept looking up at Anonymous’s face. “Everypony looked at me differently after that. Some took pity. Some were scared. Shocked. Disgusted, even. Didn’t really matter which. At the end of the day, I just... stood out. Stood out as the broken filly nopony wanted to be around anymore. And as the years went on? It hurt even more than the actual loss did. At least losing it was a one and done deal. At least that didn’t get worse the longer things went on.”