Looka started panting in loss of breath. She was going at a normal pace, so she couldn't be out of breath from talking. I think she was out of breath from reliving it... But, it was necessary to move on.

Although, I felt really bad. I hated that those ponies abused them. They probably were poisoned! Looka didn't deserve this, nor did any creature. This proves a point as to why I hate ponies and humans... I think I hate them both equally now.

Looka was on the verge of breaking. I know if she explained any longer she would, indeed, break.

"....I was cowering. The ponies walked closer, step by step. It was almost like one of those horror movies that the ponies would watch... I didn't have an escape, and I was the first one to die... Scoff was the sacrifice... I was the first to die...

The pony took out the weapon he had, he swung it backwards, and he aimed for me.... H-He... H-He.... H-Hi-" Her voice quivered, and she cut herself off. She bursted out in crying, and she made sad noises. She shook, and she cried... And cried. When she was doing this, I slowly trotted over to her, and I wrapped my arms around her. I held her as she cried.

After a while, she sniffed, but her voice still quivered and shook. "I-I'm sorry, I don't know what came on me..." She said, trailing off. She was broken. She was obviously reliving the past, and it was hard. I could tell she was feeling the same emotions as if she was back into her past. She was living in the past... But somehow, that made her even stronger.

She sighed, and calmed down a bit. "H-He, h-hit me."