Look, yes, I wasn’t lying when I said I didn’t remember half of my goodbye letter’s content, but I was sure, dead sure she did a poor job analysing it out of spite; you know, just to inject a pinch of fear mongering into the family household. And now everypony thought of me as a goner- a real goner. Awesome. Simply bodacious. As if I hadn’t been sufficiently stigmatized in one lifetime.