User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Spring 2015/@comment-24422626-20150409033240

Long-Face: We don't, Mr. Chance. But they will be too distracted when their own friends begin tearing at them. Sit high in your fortress and watch the dogs fight.

* Discord snaps his talons and is gone from HQ.*

* ''Glaive and Shimmerspark are eventually sitting by the edge of HQ's cloud, looking out over the skyline of Maretropolis. Nycto soon joins them.''*

Glaive: Nice view, isn't it?

Shimmerspark: Mhm... Can I ask you something?

Glaive: Of course.

* The unicorn looks down at her hooves for a moment.*

Shimmerspark: I... I think I trust you now, Glaive. I was scared when I first saw you, because I thought I was on your territory, maybe, and you were gonna beat me up... Why didn't you? Why did you do all that stuff for me?

Glaive: ...I'm an orphan too, Shimmerspark. I was like you, once—a parentless foal abandoned on the streets, except I was much younger than you are. I couldn't even talk yet.

* ''Shimmerspark looks up at Glaive, fully interested. The stallion himself gazes distantly toward the sunset.''*

Shimmerspark: Yeah..?

Glaive: Well, a passing stallion took me in. Cared for me, raised me... only he trained me to serve evil. He was a twisted pony, Shimmerspark, and I wish I had come to that realization earlier.

Shimmerspark:  Oh... I see... But you aren't going to do that to me, are you?

Glaive: No, of course not. My father was a corrupted criminal, Shimmerspark... but I can never forget the fact that he took me in. Even if it was for himself, even if it was for his own evil purposes... he let me live. Now, you've been doing alright for yourself, Shimmerspark. The fact that you're still alive, at least, shows that.

Shimmerspark: It's... more of a scoot-along way, really. I had to learn not to be picky... Other than that, I think it was just luck that kept me alive.

Glaive: ...You said you trust me, right?

* ''Shimmerspark blinks and is silent for a moment. Gosh... That question seemed a lot more serious coming from Glaive. But she can't forget all that stuff he's done for her. The young unicorn realizes she sits next to the only stallion she can remember ever meeting who cared.''*

Shimmerspark: ...Yeah, Glaive, I do.

Glaive: Well, I don't think I can keep you here... But my best friend lives in Trotham. She'll take care of you.

* ''Shimmerspark almost doesn't want to believe it. That sounds much, much too good to be true... But Glaive isn't laughing or saying it's a joke. He looks down at her, patiently waiting for a response. It comes as a surprise to him when Shimmerspark sniffles, embraces him around the chest, and sobs, nearly overwhelmed. As Glaive feels the filly's tears wetting his coat, he bites his lip and wraps a foreleg around her shoulder.''*

Glaive: It's alright, Shimmerspark. I'll make sure you get taken care of, okay? No more sleeping in alleys or digging through dumpsters or hiding from gangs. You're safe now.