a stranger in ponyville Chapter 3
He dropped the note, 'I should be able to remember that.' He thought to himself.
Stranger then turned his gaze on Twilight. He looked at her as if she was some kind of object he had to deal with
like garbage. Not with hate or disgust, not with grief or irritation, more like as if she was some kind of a responsibility he couldn't let down. He walked over to take a closer look at her; despite her troubled mane, she was a beautiful mare. The morning sun lit up her pony face trough the window; she looked so peaceful in the light, like nothing of this world would ever hurt her. Stranger moved his hoof slowly trough her mane, even though it was twisted from all the missing sleep and the stress caused by her frustrations, it was still quite soft and neat. Stranger was still putting on that serious face; he wasn't thinking about abusing her while she slept, he just wanted to feel her purple hair in his hoof.
'How did it come to this?