Not really, no. Compared to somepony like Twilight or Trixie, I’m downright pitiful.

I know quite a bit about it, though. Maybe more than Twilight in some areas.

Hmm…

Well, I always feel bad if I leave the house and forget to leave a note for Sweetie.

Worst would probably be when she was stranded at school for several hours. It was back when she still lived with Rarity, but I had taken her to school that day. It was completely my fault.

I wanted to just crawl into a corner and die…

…

Okay, now I’m noticing you have blockhead in quotation marks, and I’m wondering if you mean… Something else…

If that’s the case, when that teacher accused me of cheating? I didn’t exactly take that well. Might have overreacted a little.

Nevermind that I was a hair away from knocking her right-the-hay out!

Since it’s over, I might as well explain. I was accused of helping Sweetie Belle cheat on her homework several times, which was bull-… Not true. However, that didn’t change the fact that evidently Sweetie was struggling in the classroom, but not at home. She knows the material, but she’s having trouble staying focused in class.

I had Sweetie tested for an IEP (if you don’t know what it is, don’t worry about it), but I sat in with her that time. She freaken aced the thing… She logically pieced together answers for material her classroom hasn’t even covered yet!

The school can’t give her an IEP if they can’t recognize a problem, and I can’t reliably stay with her all day.

So now, nobody knows what the hay to do.

I just dropped off Sweetie. Mint, I’m on my way to the hospital.

I try not to dwell on it.

Think of it like a sixth sense, an extension of yourself. It operates on a secondary… hm… I guess frequency? Than your physical body. If you use too much of it, you’ll get dizzy and exhausted like you’ve just run for too long, but it won’t last very long. I guess you could say a unicorn recovers faster from spellcasting than physical activity. It’s why a lot of us use it so much.

To more directly address your question, it just sort of feels like bending your knee, or turning your head. It’s like a muscle.

Okay. So I guessing everypony would expect me to say something super benevolent and sacrificial, right? But I figure this is my dream, right? Something I’d want, for me.

Okay, so dig this. Sold out Mareison Square Garden. Whoever the biggest name in rock is at the time, plus me on stage. Bonus points if they end up being, or currently are, renowned like AC/DC or Queen in their height.

Me and their lead guitarist have a rock duel to a special arrangement of the grunge instrumental Resurrection by COIL and the Ropeland Remix combined. I play bass on my Lyre and the performance ends with the Ropeland’s guitar/bass harmony outro.

Crowd can’t stop cheering to save their lives…

[Audible Sigh]

…

That, will never, ever happen. But it’s fun to dream.

Nothing really matters.

If you do something that ponies will bother to remember about a hundred years from now, that just means there will be ponies who will put a negative spin on it.

Just enjoy life now. Maybe try to improve the lives of the ponies you know just by saying ‘hi’!

Law enforcement is controlled primarily by the guard. There are many, many branches.

There are a few police forces that function independently during day-to-day activities, but they still operate under Princess Celestia’s direction.

Also… You’re cool…

First and third coltfriend.

First eventually returned the feeling; third only ever saw me as an object. He didn’t even care when I broke it off.

No. I have aspirations.

I’m just content with where I am right now.

Mostly…

That’s a funny type of question.

I don’t even know if Liora is the name my parents gave me; it’s just what I was always called, as far back as I can remember anyway. I have no idea what my full name would be.

I’m just Lyra.

BA~ZHURE!

To review: I knew Bon-Bon a little from my childhood, but I hadn’t seen her in quite a while before moving in with her. But when you become roommates you give each other a little more trust and freedom, and all that good stuff from the start, especially when you’re the one moving in. We quickly grew into the closest of friends over the first year I lived here.

As for your current situation, I can’t quite relate. I’m not gay; I’ve never had any romantic feelings for Bon-Bon. At this point, she’s like a sister to me.

Let me make one thing clear…

I have never been raped. Have I done some things I’d rather not have done? Sure, but I decided a long time ago that I would never be one hundred percent forced into anything. If it looked like I might have been, I went along with it willingly, You understand me?

I couldn’t live with myself if I was ever raped…

You want to have this out right now? With me sick as [omitted] and medicated into a haze? You disappear week after week and you choose now to press me? Fine.

I don’t know what the [omitted] I want anymore! I thought I did. I was positive for an eternity. But I don’t know anymore…

The idea of just traveling with a band from place to place, without a care in the world for anything… It was an escape. It was an escape from the reality that I’m stuck here. Or stuck there. Or wherever I’m assigned to go!

I never wanted to leave the castle! I was told months in advance about being relocated… And it still came too soon! I never wanted to come to Ponyville! I… I hated this place! And that escape? That little notion of abandoning it all and getting out? That’s what kept me going!

But… Things changed… I have friends now… Real ones. Or, at least I hope real ones… And Sweetie Belle. How could I ever leave her? She’s my life now… She reminds me so much of myself… I have to make sure things turn out different! I can’t let her live through the horrors I faced!

And Krastos… he isn’t just a nice bear, he’s a family man! I’ve seen him with foals and… [sniff] I wish I could be like that… I’ll be honest, I don’t love him as much as I’ve loved in the past. But I feel like I can! I really do! Please don’t take this the wrong way, Krastos… You make me feel… like… like-

[Cough] [Cough]

Like the world isn’t such a dark place…

But you? Now you’re a teacher here in Ponyville now? You actually live here now? I wouldn’t ever have to wake up and you’d be gone?

…

Now that I could actually be with you… I don’t know that I want to… I don’t know that I ever wanted to… You were always perfect to me. The perfect escape. But now I don’t want to leave, and you couldn’t take me if I did…

…

It’s not fair… It’s not fair to me, and it’s not fair to you…

[Sniff]

That night… When I looked out the open window to the courtyard far below? It was you. That perfect escape is what I held on to. You’re the one that steadied my nerves… You’re the reason I’m here today.

[Sob]

And I’ll never be able to thank you enough for it… You really are perfect…

[Sniff]

But I can’t have you… I could never love you like a pony. You’d always be that thing; that idea that saved my life. I could never, and can never find any fault in you…

And that’s not love… That’s worship…

…

I’m sorry…

I… Don’t know…

Whatever it was probably got stolen or broke, though.

I bet it was this one really cool stick I had. Was shaped like a glaive-style spear! You know, with the blade that protrudes at the end and curves? Even had a knot where the shaft would theoretically meet the blade!

That thing was so cool…

Certainly very creative, but not really applicable.

I don’t even really like kisses. I like hugs.