I repressed that roughness in an effort to not be how I was. The girls were giving me a chance, and I didn't want... [Didn't want to be alone. Didn't want to be that evil. Didn't want that all consuming emptiness that had corrupted the element and her.]

Luckily no memory me wasn't me at my worst, but I was definitely a lot more confrontational. Which I know, it sounds bad, it did certainly cause problems, but...

But there was this space where I could be rough and people liked me for it. Not in the way some people did at Canterlot High where they wanted to follow someone they thought was strong or would hurt people for their sadistic enjoyment, but in the way where they thought I was...reliable? In a way? They didn't need me to be perfectly nice to know that I cared a lot and meant well.