"There were six, standing tall. Patient in torment. Pain and terror slew five of you by the hand of my friend. I am sorry, I was not quick enough to spare more than one.
But it was you, the last one, whose barbed reins I pulled. You wanted to kill me for it; or did you want to die? Hooves like razors through the air, teeth bared and eyes wild. You surely smelled the blood of your brethren; axed at my friend's feet as he would have done to you.
A debt of blood owed by your masters.
I know what they did to you.
I know there might be no coming back.
I had no choice but to force your cooperation in cruelty, with spur, snarl and barbed whip. That is all you knew. That is all they taught you, I know. Forgive me, there was no other way to take you away.
If I can, I will bring you back, my friend. If you kill me for it, it will be a worthy death.
If it is too late, and by my hand your life must end, then take a these few days. Eat green grass, feel the sun, and know no spur, weight or fear. For you have survived, and you are not a monster beneath the colours they painted you.
If nothing else, that is enough."
