Azalea and Cloud Kicker's conversation after she accidentally admits to having mind-controlled Cloud when she was a Changeling, a mix of this and Tearjerker.
Cloud Kicker: Get out. Get out of my house. Right now.
Azalea: (walks to the door, turns around and stops) No.
Cloud Kicker: I said get out.
Azalea: And I... said no. I walked away from one pony who matters to me. Not... Iím not going to make that mistake again.
Cloud Kicker: Azalea, you have no right toó
Azalea: I know I donít. I have no right to anything. The ponies I love would be disgusted by some of the things I did. Iíve killed. Iíve whispered a million little lies to ponies who only wanted to love the pony they thought I was, until I used them up and threw them away. Nearly did the same thing to you. You want to hate me? Fine. It is nothing, nothing, to how much I hate myself as I fall asleep at night. It doesnít matter that Chrysalis was forcing me to do it. I went along because it was the easier choice. Because after long enough, what did one more layer of filth on my soul really matter? I was never going to be good. But then you know what happened?
Cloud Kicker: What happened?
Azalea: Well, the Elements, obviously, but more importantly you happened. I was laying there on my living room floor waiting for the pain of transforming into a pony to pass, but it was only getting worse. All that guilt and shame that Iíd pushed down as a changeling, and now getting to relive it with a ponyís conscience? It was unbearable. I... I almost didnít make it. Not all of us did, you know. Ask Kicky. Ask her about the ones that saw everything theyíd done and took the cowardly way out. And then the second miracle of the night happened for me. You knocked on my door, gave me a hug, and made me believe everything just might turn out alright. Even when the whole worldís been against me, you and Kicky have saved me in a million little ways you donít even realize. So you know what? You donít scare me. You donít scare me compared to losing your friendship. Because just for a little while, I got to matter. I matter to you. I matter... mattered... to Twilight. And Iím tired of being so scared of what might happen that I run away from the things that can hurt me. So if you want me gone, throw me out yourself. But donít expect me to go quietly.
Cloud Kicker: Nice speech. Didnít hear an ĎIím sorryí in there, though.
Azalea: Iím sorry.
Cloud Kicker: (wraps her up in a tight hug) Wasnít that easier?