Even though she had gained them in a manner even she didn't know, it still felt like they were a true part of her. As she laid down once more on the soft red cushions had the pain within her back gently died down to near nothing. Yet as time went on there was the feeling of the things being where they were to be much more natural to her. Almost as if she had accepted them in her subconsciousness. Rarity turned herself around and placed her belly against the cushions. Her head took refuge upon the pillow before she started to think back to where times were simpler. A time where she was younger and much careless in her doings. And just below her eyes, on the very lines were watery tears would be building up themselves up, there were only red ones could be seen. "Hideous... Monster... Demon spawn," she spoke before the tears of red began to stream down over her face. Wherever they went, they left a thick trace upon the face of the mare.