It felt like Catskill’s mind had been dunked in acid; that was the only way she could describe it. Her thoughts and desires suddenly hurt on a level she’d never felt before. Thinking of running became as reprehensible as burying somepony alive or butchering a foal. Any urge to simply do her job as a ranger became this grotesque, unthinkable thing. Her memories vanished like balloons with cut strings.