That thought gave him some comfort. It was true enough. What could he do against an entire country of dragons, just to get back one little drake? That rationale made sense, but still something did not sit right with him about it. The drake had never wronged him, not once. It had been nothing but respectful, honest, and despite having been expecting it, the dragon had not once nosied his way into either his or Silver Talon's business. It wasn’t like Chrysalis, whose treachery, deceit, and cruelty Handy could return joyfully and viciously without remorse or regret, or the ponies who had so engendered his hatred.