“You’ve suffered for too long Anonymous. I’ve seen more than just Longsword…” She sniffs, rubbing an eye to clear out her out her angry tears. “I’m not sure how to feel. I want to be angry that you’ve lied to us, yet I can’t be. Your actions will save many ponies from indentured servitude, but it’s through a path of lies. I just want to ask Anonymous. Why did you go to Longsword? You could’ve died, or worse been captured.” Her voice slowly relaxes itself, no longer blind by a fury, but a calm tranquil peace.