Ugh. Why'd the two Lesbians (the Not Lesbians if you ask the small, annoying pegasus) have to go and put you in charge? You mean, you asked for it and everything, but you don't really want to deal with the consequences of your actions. You kind of just want to do things and then let somebody else deal with the problems you cause. Yeah, you're irresponsible. Whatever. Nobody responsible ever became a warrior. If they were responsible they'd be doing something less self-damaging like thinking or crafting or healing or something. Nope. No matter how valiant their heart, no warrior was ever responsible.

But you guess you sucked it up long enough to do what you said you were going to do because now you're headed towards that stupid pool of water with the red gems and the Phantom Seeker is somewhere around nearby, doing whatever it is she does best. In particular, sneaking around until she's needed and then showing up with sugar lips to save the day. That's what you really need right- that sweet mouth of hers to weave a tale so enticing that it gets the somewhat annoying pegasus to join the Asylum. You've kind of gotten over the fact that you're not going to like anyone that joins. But as long as they respect you for what you are- a (sometimes) fearsome warrior, then you don't care and you'll stick around. At least there's always something funny going on, if you can call Histe amusing.

Anyways, so you're trying to find this stupid pool you found once before, since it's where you told the obnoxious Blue pegasus (you've said those words before about a different female) to land and you're a little confused, but apparently you eventually find your way. Hopefully the Phantom Seeker doesn't think you're too crazy for your kind circuitous route. As you come up to the edge of the lake you look around, not disappointed to find that she's made it here before you. Good. At least you won't have to wait.

“I brought our Phantom Seeker,” you say as you look at her, a little less hazy than before, but just the thought makes you reach into your bag and grab another one of your plants, the orb pressing uncomfortably against your nose. After swallowing, you continue, though this time words directed to the spectral unicorn you're certain is still following you. “This is...” More name troubles. “The mare that was looking for her sister.” That's probably good enough. Right?

we all look for ways to make the pain go away