We... we are basically good.""Haven't you been paying attention, Littlepip? Deep inside, we're all raiders.""No! That's not true.""No? Even the best of us fall to evil at the drop of a hat.

It was the deepest part of the night. There was a name for it that I couldn’t remember – that mystical black hour where all is darkest and you can’t sleep, when the weight of all your sorrows and bad decisions come weighing on you most heavily, and when the monsters scratch just outside your door.