User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, 2020/@comment-27161581-20191201032734

Vector leans back in the chair and looks at the ceiling as he gets wheeled along, not quite making eye contact.

Vector: "Born in Canterlot. Parents are diplomats to Griffonstone. Don't see them much. Boarding School at Princess Celestia's School for Gifted Unicorns. Blew up my horn while hiking. Too much magic. You should've seen their faces."

The unicorn wildly cackles, remembering something Freeheart wasn't privy to, and then suddenly sobers up.

Vector: "I've done this song and dance before. With Warmheart, Lightheart, and Cozyheart. Here's something that isn't on your list of patient responses. It's awful, it isn't the magic or the independence, it's just slowly watching your life stall into a stop. Friends grow apart, circumstances change. Teachers forget you. Sure not being able to move is horrible, but the worst part is how you're disconnected from everything. Just sit and watch other ponies live lives, read about them in the newspaper, and know there's nothing you can do to help them."