User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2016/@comment-7345250-20161107230604

Pincess Cadance: "It is a lot of hot air, but he has a point. Viruses? Poison joke? Those are not acceptable solutions, no matter who we're dealing with!"


 * Parlys softens his expression and looks to the side, his anger spent.

Princess Cadance: "Let's all settle down and see if I've got this straight. You don't think Princess Amore will ever be restored?"

Parlys: "Not until some other wellspring of knowledge arises. I've gone through all the material in the castle and occasionally snuck out to confirm my suspicions. For what it's worth, that's meant three more shards."

Princess Cadance: "And you feared to report any of this?"

Parlys: "It's a dead end, and the only thing keeping me here—officially, mind you—was the promise that I could restore her with the archive's contents."

Princess Cadance: "We'd also hoped you'd reform."

Parlys: "But haven't I changed? As I said, this was a constructive approach to perfection. Quite a far cry from culling the masses."

Princess Cadance: "You know what I mean. If you were lonely, you could have talked to somepony. Anypony. This whole 'settle-for-nothing-less-than-perfection' thing was supposed to stop. If you'd tried making friends, like you were supposed to, instead of building one, we wouldn't have this mess of a situation."

Parlys: "You know, I was getting the impression that there was a 'friendship lesson' buried in here somewhere. If you'd like to avoid any further confusion, it might be wise just to spell it out."


 * Cadance sighs.

Princess Cadance: "Dear Parlys the Pale: Friendships are made by celebrating ponies for who they are, not dwelling on who they could be or forcing them to be somepony else."