User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2016/@comment-27161581-20160726062410

''Inari takes the elevator down and dismisses her enchantment, letting her illusions hide her. She pads down the nearly empty street, heading West, staring at the pavement, wrapped in her own thoughts.''

''So this is it...even her own kindness will be attributed to another. A favor, a lie to cover her altruism. What is the point then if she is treated as a monster, regardless of trying to help, of having helped others as she did today. What company can she have, when all these ponies fear her? Even Glaive does not escape suspicion, her very company endangers his relationships with others, his adoptive family. Her warnings go unheeded, her advice dismissed.''

''Inari eventually climbs many flights of stairs to Manehattan General, and starts the process of knitting Deep Heart's sensory and motor connections back together. Once she is done, she continues her walk West, her thoughts drifting to Goldfin. How wonderful it must be to be beloved, loved by the ignorant masses, living a lie and loving it. Inari reflects on their conversation, seeing how nothing she says seems to be communicated to the white mare... or anypony.''

''Inari glances up at the clear skies and luminescent moon. Why west she wonders. Am I fleeing from the sun or chasing it? Inari wanders on, avoiding bird, beast, and pony, glad to be away from the city, away from others. She needs to talk to somepony...''