User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2016/@comment-7562999-20160919060115

Strongheart looks up. "Maybe...maybe...maybe I can...get out of other ponies' shadows...Forge my own path...maybe things aren't so dreary after all. Perhaps there is still some faint glimmer of hope...I can figure something out."

Strongheart looks at the poison vial...Using his magic, he crushes the vial. The poison drips on the grass...no harm done. "I can find something. I don't need Goldfin anymore. I don't need anypony. I can make my own happiness...I can figure it out on my own."

Strongheart wipes away his tears. This glimmer of hope warms him.