Zephyr
The abrasive, rude blue stallion doesn't hesitate to make their conversation private, forming a sort of white fire barrier around them. His questions come off forceful and demanding, and the alabaster mare decides that since she is unable to get away from this asshole, she might as well tell him. What harm could it do? She's already been harmed enough.
"It was Carnage," She admits, gently shrugging her shoulders. "There were others..." She closes her eyes, remembering their screams, how they never seemed to stop, how the stench of rotting corpses seemed to get stronger with every passing minute. "I don't know what happened to them." The eyes Carnage has given her open, and she looks up at the Tephran guard.
What did you see?
She laughs coldly. Was that a fucking joke? "What did I see?" She asks, rolling her eyes. "Not a lot. I heard, smelled, and felt a lot of things. But seeing?" She pauses, remembering the darkness of her former life. "Well, I guess that answers your question." She refers to his inquiry about being "transformed."
when it's said and done, we'll have our scars to show
@[Longclaw]