Seeing where this is going, you decide to stop her train of thought. “As far as I’m aware, I didn’t mutate and gain superpowers upon arriving in Equestria. Did I mention I’m not a wizard? Nor a space marine?” That last sentence makes her give a questioning look. “I don’t have special powers, of any kind. As far as I can tell, the only thing I have that you don’t is opposable thumbs. Human’s greatest strength is their numbers, and I’m just a squishy, worthless one. I almost got killed in the Everfree Forest, multiple times!” You hold up your bandaged arm. “A pop-eyed poppies… bush plant thing almost tore my arm into hamburger meat, and even when I got away, I nearly bled to death!” Saying these things fills you with a fear you’ve not felt before. This is real, and you almost died. All these thoughts about how at the bottom of the food chain you really are makes you feel weak.
 
Now that you feel more grounded, you take a bit to think about yourself and your situation. Here you are, on an alien planet, with both a very dangerous environment and strange ponies, who saved you from your own incompetence, and are giving you a second chance. How did you even get here? You try to piece it together… but you can’t. Everything beforehand was too hazy… trying hard to recollect memories, they’re swamped by the several days of you living in isolation, starving and cold. Before you can continue, Rarity speaks. “So you can’t move boulders?” Looking at her, the materials have stopped moving while she seems disappointed. Maybe she’s talking about when you stumbled over that cart when you thought it had food. “What about acid?” When you projectile vomited. “Teleportation?” Okay, you don’t know where that came from. “All the rumors though, they said you walked with total confidence, like you weren’t scared of anypony.”
 
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