Just reminding himself of his sister’s rise to celebrity reaffirmed Gray Calx’s position. He had made the right call. He wouldn’t tolerate living in a cramped bedroom anymore, moping and cursing at the world. He no longer wanted to hear her name, only to become explosive to anyone around him. It was too much to bear. There was no making sense of a life as the brother, one that had bungled his whole career, of a pony who not only represented the very essence of harmony in Equestria, but who also had princess Celestia’s very name as a contact on her resume.