Images of her 'friends' appeared in the wastes around her, bearing heated glares, eyes burning with hatred, some brandishing weapons while others merely scuffed the ground in preparation of a charge. What if they all turn on me? W-What if they try to kill me? Reaper and Luna didn't do a thing! W-What if— Two images joined the group surrounding Rainbow; one cloaked figure brandishing a scythe, the other a heavily armored alicorn, a wicked, toothed blade in her magical grip. All the ponies around her had murder in their eyes... or maybe it was simply justice? They're all gonna turn on me. I know it... Rainbow simply fell to her rump and turned her eyes to the sky, seeking some kind of light. All she could find was a whirling, high-altitude hurricane, the sun blazing a hole through its eye.