The door opened all the way, and there he stood.  He no longer pulled on his restraints, and he stared at the two alicorns in the doorway.  His gaze occasionally flicked from one to the other.  He was in poor shape, not that Celestia expected that to have changed since the last time she saw him.  The hoof-mark remained on the side of his forehead.  But it had stopped bleeding, as had the score across his face where the bullet tore through his cheek.  