(This is a branch off of LONE.) Flitter walked, wings folded, head down slightly, thinking. She kicked the sand dejectedly, her mind elsewhere.
"...Look...I know It's not what you wanted to hear from me. I just thought you deserved to hear it." Bolt called, face burning. "I understand why you walk away." He admitted.
Bolt walked up. "You know...I'm not sure everypony knows you. They're so scared for no reason." He laughed.
"If we went out and kicked something's ass together, would that change your opinion of me?" Bolt asked curiously.