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"Oh yeah... I wasn't thinking." He said. "Wait... When I transformed awhile ago, I could control myself!"
"Cool... Can I eat 'im?" He asked, revealing massive fangs.
"Oh... Okay then..." Narrowleaf said.
"If "Oh gods, I'm going to die." is an emotion, I'm sorry." He said.
"Maybe because you're a changeling...? I wouldn't know otherwise..." Narrowleaf replied.
"Oh... You do have control, though. If you didn't you'd kill with me." He mumbled.
"It was messy. And delicious. Don't feel bad for me. I'll be okay." He said.
"Oh... I understand. I watched my father die." Narrowleaf said, sorrow in his voice.
"You'd know if she was upset." He replied. "Is your father still... around, Brisk?"
"Okay. I understand." Applejack replied, walking from the room. "That went better than I expected." Narrowleaf mumbled.
"Let me guess, he asked you to marry him, right?" Applejack asked. "I know he bit you..."
"It's okay, Brisk. You don't need to be afraid." He replied. "Ma, Brisk... Brisk is a changeling, and I..." He stopped, too nervous to continue....
They eventually got home. "Hello? Anypony here?!" He called. "Yeah. In here!" Applejack called back. "Ma... There's something we have to...
"Yeah. Let's get going." He replied.
*Don't worry, it'll be okay!* He said, placing his hoof on Brisk's shoulder. "Oh. I'm back to normal."
*I can imagine that it'll be negative...* He replied.
*Yeah...* Narrowleaf stopped laughing and had a serious look. *I wonder how Applejack is going to take you being a changeling...*
*Oh... Then she needs to start thinking straight!* He said, laughing.
*When she tried to leave, she wouldn't let me say good-bye...* He replied.
*Not anymore. I'm still angry at her, though.*
