Calamity’s eyes
 
 
“Okay then,” Colonel Autumn Leaf said. “Reboot me, and let’s get the hell out of here.”
 
I turned to Calamity’s brother. The butcher of the wastelands. Setting him free… it wasn’t a question of whether he’d do more damage, but how much. How many more ponies was I letting him murder by letting him go.  
A realization swept over me. A determined frown crept across my muzzle. I crouched down to him, telekinetically lifting his visor so I could look into his eyes. Autumn Leaf had fiery hazel eyes. Calamity’s eyes, the realization struck me painfully. But they were tinted crimson, streams of blood running from the corners, matting his coat and pooling in his helmet.