B: You can’t do anything about it anyway. Maybe nopony can.

B: Nightmare Moon was a mere ten generations ago, yet it was reduced to legend. Myth. Chrysalis, Discord, Sombra, Tirek- Ponies might be aware of Tartarus, but if they really knew what it housed? And all that pales in comparison.

B: Fear. Fear breeds panic. Panic breeds fear. And it all just makes things easier for them. Fear gives them opportunity. Panic and it’s already too late. Too late for you. Too late for your family. Too late for your friends.

B: Control, sedation, peace- Peace above knowledge. Peace above fairness. Peace above happiness, if necessary. It’s the only way we’ve slowed them this much.

B: Altering minds? We should be so lucky. Those involved are completely aware. Struggling for an eternity until there’s no will left to fight. Then watching in horror. Helpless against forces beyond their control, without so much as the strength to call out. To end their own suffering. To prevent the suffering they will soon cause.

B: And yet you ask, like a brave little foal. As though knowledge will somehow protect you. And I say to you again…You have no idea what fear is. If you did, it would already be too late.