"Perhaps I can be of assistance?" She asked, knowing most of the happenings in Equestria were in the archives.
Free was silent. She moved to her eyes from side to side, as if reading a book. "Species change. .." She murmured quietly to herself. Her eyes then stopped and started blankly at the wall. "The only ones I could find had to do with the changelings.
"Yes, they are very talented in that regard. I can change my appearance, similarly, but I mean a permanent change."
"Oh..." Her eyes narrowed, she looKed at him in confusion. "The whole world is pimento, but the species make the colors. Why be unoriginal? "
"I suppose you have a point," he said, with a sigh, "But what about the feeding on negative emotions thing?"
"Just because you feed off of it doesn't mean you cause it. Besides, negative emotions are a part of life."
"I was not programmed to do this. I should've obeyed orders, not opposed." She said questionably. "The mainframe must've glitches."
"But I think a good question to ask is why people think so poorly of windigos? Or perhaps why they act so nefarious."
