No. No I’m not.

Doctors say I had a hairline fracture in my leg before I twisted my ankle. It was recent, probably caused by Gilda when I got thrown into a wall. Not her fault, though.

Limping on it made it much worse. I’m down for a good long while.

You dork. That was my speech detection software going haywire!

Probably from all the screaming and swearing between sobs of agony.

But thanks for caring enough to send me a message, though!

Thanks for the effort. I’m alright, sort of.

Find Sweetie. But remain calm. She’s okay. When you guys find her, don’t freak out, remain calm or you’ll make this worse.

And then she carried me, crying, screaming, and swearing to the hospital. Where they proceeded to pump me full of pain killers so I could sit still long enough to have my leg x-rayed.

Thanks, by the way, Anna.

[Error: Speech detection software cannot estimate any matching words. Please try again and speak at an even, steady, and clear pace.]

I don’t know who-o you a-are… And ri-ight now I d-don’t care…

JUST GET ME TO THE FREAKING HOSPITAL!!

I… can’t move…

I… can b-ba-arely t-talk… Hurts so…

No-ot fair… Sweet-tie…

Scoot only ever showed Sweetie where it was…

Was it… near the Everfree Forest? How deep in was it…?

I… I don’t know where the cave is…

I don’t think so.

If I somehow embodied such a concept, to remain in harmony I’d have to use it appropriately, right?

It’s a differing tactic, and yes, it conflicts at it’s core. But only if used incorrectly. The same can be said with honesty. Even Applejack has secrets.

Considering everything I’ve done in my life, the element of deception would probably work best.

And that’s not some self-loathing garbage either. We all have to lie a little, to ourselves and others, to spare their feelings, or get through the day.

It’ll never be a popular opinion, because it’s so easy to take things too far. But deception is just as important to harmony as honesty.

All things in balance.

Oh Lyra, Maybe If You Didn’t Check Your Phone So Much You Wouldn’t Fall Over So Often.

In too much of a bind to focus on a retort. Gotta make sure Sweetie is okay.

Tripped and fell. I think I twisted my ankle.

Sent Sweetie a message, haven’t got anything back.

I’m still coming… Celles this hurts…

Maybe if I can get my mind off the pain…

What?!

I’m out the door!

Retrogressively?

Well sure.

Turn a problem into a simple misunderstanding before it ever became a problem to begin with.

It makes more sense in practice.