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No one rejects, dislikes, or avoids pleasure itself, because it is pleasure.

It would be so easy to deceive this bright little flame of a mare, now that all her walls and protective barriers were gone. He could tell her anything and she would have no choice but to believe in him, because her mind was a slate wiped clean, a sorrowful void where once there had been strength, cunning and a sly intelligence that only revealed what she wished for others to know. To some the innocence of a child was a precious thing to be cherished, a blessing even, but for Djinn it was nothing but a proof of ignorance. What good was there in trusting others blindly, not knowing anything about the world and being dependent upon others for wisdom and protection? It was so easy to end up as a victim of circumstance, a state the handsome stallion loathed.

Ignorance wasn't bliss, it was a curse.

He hated that he didn't know what had caused this change in his friend. Was it something that occurred frequently, had she experienced some sort of trauma that sealed off the event and everything before its occurrence, was it indeed the malicious work of some greater power? There was no way for him to know, and thus nothing he could do to lift the veil from Ophelia's mind. The look of sorrow and confusion she gave him before replying to the question asked pricked his soul like a thorn; for making her sad, for caring about whether she was sad or not, for contemplating to abuse her state for his own high amusement. Since when had he become so twisted, so cruel?

"Alright, I'll tell you" he replied and locked the inner turmoil away behind the easy smile - the mask, painting him for the trickster and fool he was about to become. "Let's go someplace more quiet... I think we've interrupted something here."

A glance passed between the black unicorn and the gray pegasus, recognizing the situation for what it was but not caring that he left someone for further abuse and torment. Djinn was no hero of justice, he couldn't care less about other horses business. Had the mare asked for his help he might've considered lending her a horn in aid, but as it was... No, better take his leave before the black brute lost patience with them. If Osiris had been bad news, this guy was death personified.

The black-blazed stallion turned the head to nudge gently at Ophelia's shoulder, urging her to turn around and head back the way they had come. "Pardon the intrusion" he said again, hoping that the blood stained dove would be interested enough in what he had to say to comply without objection.

Nor is there anyone who loves or pursues or desires to obtain pain of itself, because it is pain.

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