“Change. That’s what the ponies need. But sometimes I feel all I have to offer them is blood and fire. The things they done to me… I can’t forget them. I was Columbia’s victim – and victimhood begets shame. Oh, what element of ponydom experience is more corrosive than shame? I’m rotted from the inside out. What do I have to offer this revolution except my own dark motivations? When all is said and done, what’s more important to me: the ponies I want to save – or those I want to murder in their beds?”