“Oh, look at how cute she looks. I wonder why she keeps getting into the armory.”
adorable foal babbles Mother, you seek to bind lives together. Father, you seek to protect them. You are both too lenient. Our realm has been threatened for far too long. Worse than the external threats is the complacency with which our subjects lead their tiny lives. I cannot allow that to happen. I will push them, wailing and crawling into a glorious future. Bonds will be shattered. Shields will be crushed. Their delicate crystalline lattices will learn to fear my judgement. And when the next Sombra, the next Chrysalis soils my doorstep with their presence, so too they shall BREAK.
“Did you say something, sweetie?”
delighted foal squeaking