Flurry Heart stood up again, so she could look into his face, and see the one who was responsible for all of them. There was even less doubt there than she’d seen from Lucky. He never raised his voice, never pointed with his hooves. He sat back against his large chair as though perfectly calm. But does that mean he’s got a good plan and that he’s going to protect us? Or does it mean he’s a sociopath who doesn’t care?