Minstrel: Standing above a small black filly, her long chartreuse mane being stained with blood as she starts to foam ar the mouth. Holding her in his arms with the sadistic smile on his face showing through his face mask. After a few minutes of seizuring and foaming, her once bright blue eyes are now glassy. In the darkness of his chamber, hoofsteps can be heard. He lays down the young filly and turns around, using his magic to remove his mask. Standing there, his husband and wife  
Shelter: “Minstrel Custard Drops! Do we need a ‘murder will not be tolerated in this family’ lecture again?”  
Phil: “Who is that!?”  
Minstrel: walks up to them both, giving each a kiss on the cheek “I understand, Sugar. I don’t need another lecture.”  
Shelter: blushes  
Minstrel: “What was that? Oh yes, her. I believe her name was Chic Sours. The daughter of a famous model, fashion designer, or somepony of the like.”  
Phil: visibly shudders at the sight of the dead body “She was a foal. Why did you have to kill her?”  
Minstrel: raises an eyebrow “Her parents were racists; they spoke out against many pro-changeling/yak/breezie rights. Not only did I do her a favor of not having to grow up in that environment, but I sent a message to those bigots.”  
Phil: “Let’s kill the parents then! Foals like her don’t deserve this fate!”  
Shelter: “Philia Agape Armet, Minstrel Custard Drops! Please, there isn’t a need to fight over this.”  
Minstrel: “Shelter, we get it…she has a point though. Why are you throwing a fit over this? I did her a favor!”  
Shelter: “That..isn’t what I meant.”  
Phil: “Minstrel Custard, I spent the first eight years of my life watching THOUSANDS of grubs suffer and die like her! For them, death is not a favor!”  
Minstrel: “Phil, that’s different! She’s nothing like them! Her family is nothing like them! There isn’t anything we can do!” gains a more defensive stance as he looks Phil in the eye, waving his hoof in the direction of the corpse  
Phil: “No, she is NOT different. She had no control over this! We may not be able to save her but you can do everypony a favor and keep your hooves off of the foals from now on.”  
Minstrel: “And why should I? This is my talent! My calling! You may have personal hang-ups about it but that doesn’t mean I have to change everything!”  
Phil: “Your cutie mark is a poison bottle, not a dead foal! Use your talent to wipe out the adults that actually deserve it!”  
Minstrel: “I got my talent by killing off FOALS! We are all going to die someday!”  
Phil: “It doesn’t have to be this soon! And for such an insignificant reason! I’ve seen undeserved death before, Minstrel, and what you are doing is exactly that. Do you have ANY idea what it’s like???”  
Minstrel: “Celestia give me strength! WHY ARE YOU SO ANGERED BY THIS?”  
Phil: “BECAUSE I HAVE EXPERIENCED IT ALL BEFORE! YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I’VE BEEN THROUGH!!”  
Minstrel: “Fine! SINCE I DON’T UNDERSTAND WHY DON’T YOU SHOW ME HOW IT FEELS?”  
Phil: magically projects his memories “Fine! If you want to know so badly, HERE YOU GO!” covers his face and shakes, sobbing silently  
Minstrel: a small, cold, shuddering breath leaves his mouth as he drops to the ground in front of Phil  
Shelter: begins to weep and shake, laying down next to Phil and cuddling him  
Minstrel: “P-Philia, please, I’m so…so sorry…” cuddles against his husband and pregnant wife as he turns a sad eye towards the filly in the corner