A Storms Lullaby Pg.36  
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@Tetrominon
 

Also, sorry for the double post, but props to dsana for drawing fewer after-images of Lullaby’s left wing than of her right in the second panel. Details rule.

@Tetrominon
 
War veteran with physical and mental maiming injuries here. No. You just get better at coping regardless. It eventually becomes your new normal and you forget how hard it is. That is my best explanation.

@redweasel  
…Is everything okay, man?

tempest, don’t say that. you don’t know how it feels. she doesn’t want you to know how it feels. you felt the pain of loss, rejection and sadness, but you didn’t have to toil for ponies looking at you smugly because they finally managed to accidentally break your wing so much you couldn’t fly anymore. she feels the loss you feel, but she doesn’t feel the years of loneliness and treachery in an alien land where trusting anyone just landed you in chains being sold at the market. when you say you know how she feels, you’re invalidating all the ways that she feels that you don’t know. and you’re invalidating your own feelings, dismissing your unique experiences as just another form of her particular frustration.
 
tell her it sucks that she can’t fly. tell her it’s okay to be upset, that you respect her, that you know she’s right because life hasn’t been fair to you either. tell her she’s going to make it, because you made it, so she can too. but don’t tell her you know how it feels.

RIP lullaby

@Gapaot
 
Reminds me of Sasuke in Naruto. None of you know what I feel because you didn’t suffer exactly the way I did.

Kids are fucking stupid

Kid. You have like, looked at Fizzy’s head at some point right?

You’re cruisin’ for a slapdown, brat.

Kid, have you not noticed the broken horn?

“Life’s not fair.”
 
“You can’t understand!”
 
“Oh I do understand.”
 
“No you don’t!”
 
“Suchka, when I was even younger than you, I took an ursa to the face to protect my friends, giving me maiming injuries, chronic pain, breaking my horn, and I got abandoned by my friends for my trouble and ultimately shunned by my hometown to boot! The next twenty something years of my life, were full of hunger, pain, and violence! I have been wounded, maimed, betrayed, and stared death in the face many times!”
 
“Sorry. I’ll stop whining now.”