"Has he gone crazy?" she questioned. The dust was swept up with an invisible breeze, and Brisk laughed. "You're going to give yourself a headache, Narrow." she said.
"Nope." He replied, smiling. "We aren't. Crystal ponies were made to be love batteries. My love ain't even real. ...Or is it..."
"By changelings. We're just... love batteries." Narrowleaf corrected. - - Auto Merge - - "By changelings. We're just... love batteries." Narrowleaf corrected.
"Wh-What is it, l-l-love..?" Narrowleaf asked. - - Auto Merge - - "Wh-What is it, l-l-love..?" Narrowleaf asked.
"Changelings kinda are batteries." she replied. "I mean, use a lot of energy to power something/somepony?"
"But y-you weren't born to be a battery. I was." - - Auto Merge - - "But y-you weren't born to be a battery. I was."
Narrowleaf shrugged. "Dunno. Maybe." He said. - - Auto Merge - - Narrowleaf shrugged. "Dunno. Maybe." He said.
"Flitter...who wants you to go?" Bolt said, removing her collar stealthily. He hugged her, eyes still alert. "I'm going to drink Sombra's life away from him." Bolt seethed.