She knows what drives me. What I believe. That being a good soldier comes down to one thing; to one single question. “What are you prepared to sacrifice?”
When they came to me with the nanosuit, I sacrificed Sweetie Belle, the filly I was, to become SweetieBot. When my own flesh and blood held me back, I sacrificed that too. Replaced it, like a spare part. Victory costs. Every time- you pay- a little more. I saw what was coming… and there was nothing left of me to stop it.
When the greatest friendship machine fails, what do we do then? What do I do?