Her eyes flicked over to the colt. He looked so... normal, sitting there next to Rainbow, and Twilight could hardly imagine him as the same breed of creature as those pictures she had seen in Anima Thaumaturgia. Twilight had, moments ago, watched him crumple at the idea of ruining the world he'd been forced into. She'd seen him receive a dose of righteous fury from a Rainbow so relieved she didn't quite know how to show it, but most of all, she saw somepony—no, someone unsure of what the future held.