Though a feast was thrown after the defeat of her alter ego, Luna couldn't help but to think that it was more of a celebration of her sister's return than a welcome for her. The wreath of roses the villagers had bestowed on her spoke of the veiled bitterness they felt towards her. Yes, the flowers were beautiful, but the interlocking stems wove a crown of thorns that gripped and tore at her neck with every movement she made.
— Chapter 2
"Ha, look at the sass in this one! I can't wait to see you break in the ol' torture chamber, collaborator."
— Captain Braveheart
"Miss. Sparkle, why don't cha help Applebloom with the cookin' while I go an' bandage up the princess? Maybe you can even teach her a thing er two."
— Big Macintosh
"Tell me, when last were you stabbed in the back, abandoned and left at the mercy of beasts and mortals?!"
— Princess Luna