"It's— it's very hard to accept who you are when you wake up with something new swapped out or attached. The wings were the most difficult thing for me – I wasn't born with them, so they aren't really mine," she explains, taking a moment to unfurl her other wing and raise them high enough to scrape the ceiling. "I guess if there was a way to make that feel worse is to know where they came from – a Princess Twilight Sparkle bot that was apparently chalked up as surplus. They just dyed em as best they could to match and – voila. My whole self-image just couldn't keep up with the after-school science project I felt like I was starting to become."