Description:
- So you are a Protector God.
- A Princess.
- You karry a lot on your shoulders.
- On my whiters? The sun, for starters.
- And you take it into your own hands, to make things turn out right.
- Into my own hooves, sometimes throughout 1000 years, that is correct.
- But bad things still happen, you even make mistakes.
- Always more than I would rather make, given what it is at risk, certainly.
- And a lot of people end up hating you.
- B… Ponies, true.
- It’s hard to be a Protector God.
- To be a Princess.
- But someone has to do it.
- Somepony, indeed.
