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"Well, ignore your gut!"
"So you let everypony else's view of your species make you who you are?"
"Why did you kill ponies?"
"Then I-I'll w-work extra hard!"
"Well, I-I'll wait no m-matter how l-long it takes!
"It d-doesn't mean you c-can't change!"
"Then maybe you need to change."
"Compassion. That's wh-what keeps me g-going. E-even though everypony looks d-down on me, I still w-want to h-help them."
"He l-lives on 401 H-horseshoe Lane!"
"Zaehrix, will you p-please come h-help? I need to c-carry him to his h-home."
Bio set to work making a crude splint out of a scrap of wood and some strips of cloth, all the while whispering reassuring words to the other pony.
"Because he's a p-pony, just like me. He has a l-life, family, and f-friends, and he d-deserves to live just as much as I do." Bio said, kneeling...
Bio trots up to the stallion with a broken leg. "Zaehrix, h-he's not going anywhere. He has a m-major leg fracture. Years of st-studying medical...
They all run off, except for one with a broken leg, who just lays there, writhing in pain.
Bio suddenly shouted, "St-stop! Y-you're going to k-kill them!"
Bio turns away, unable to look at the violence.
Bio scrambles off to hide, watching from a dark alley. One of the other ponies tries to throw a knife at Zaehrix.
As Bio walked along the path, a group of ponies from before jumped him. The "leader" wasn't there, but these ponies were imposing enough on their...
Bio began walking down the path. "S-so are you g-gonna be like my guardian an-angel?"
"Great things? I c-can't even t-talk right!"
