It had taken me by surprise at first, in the brief lucid moments I had. 'Friends', 'Play', 'Free', 'Trust' and, ugh, 'Love'; How could such alien concepts, things that happen to other creatures in entirely other worlds, mean anything to me, Chrysallis, Queen of Shadows? And seem not only so familiar but also so wondrous at that? They were her things, her little ponies' things. They were things as remote to me as pain and suffering was to her.