Whatever fleeting relief I felt at the fact that the alien was contained was crushed under the knowledge that he would be brought on board. However, when I look down at the Princes, each flanking the statue, it’s impossible to miss just how deeply uncomfortable they are. Nor can I miss the signs of exhaustion, or the bandages wrapped around their snouts: I was right to think their noses would bleed, too. And of the ruler ponies present, the blue one looked exhausted to a lesser degree than the Princes. After what transpired in that godsforsaken dream, I’m shocked any of them are even able to stand. I escaped by the skin of my teeth, and I still suffered some injuries.