No. There’s somepony else in the room with me.
I’m not going anywhere, I promise.
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Nothing to add this time?
B: I wouldn’t make promises I couldn’t keep if I were you.
… How… How can you say that…?
B: No one is promised tomorrow, Lyra. And this guy seems a little too attached to you.
B: Not like it would matter if-
Don’t. I’m not playing. I’m not joking. I swear to Celestia, don’t say another word about it.
B: Fine.
I’ve never considered getting chin surgery, no.
B: You really don’t want to hear her sing.
[omitted] you!
B: You need to chill out.
Easy for you to say! You aren’t responsible for the death of a dragon and ruining somepony’s life!
B: Not recently, no.
B: You should try tearing less of your hair out.
Would you just go?!
B: You’re just lucky I’m the one here.
B: Hmm. No, I suppose D isn’t here.
Hey! You want to answer questions, make your own ask page!
B: I don’t think so.
Last night I was taken by CUE to be protected. Don’t ask who they are, I can’t talk about it.
I wasn’t in any danger, but they were worried my phone could be used to triangulate my position, which would also give theirs away.
I’m back home now, but no one is allowed over.
One of them is still here. He’s sort of an old friend from back in Canterlot.
So just stay away for now, or I’ll get in trouble.
Hey! HEY!
That’s my friend! Give it back!
Subject Lyra is currently under protection, by direct order of Princess Celestia herself. From this point forward all outgoing communications will cease until such a time that she has been released from our care.
Turn it off. Now.
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Sorry, Starwberry…
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