Pastel:“I had been found out. The persona I had crafted for so many years, I couldn’t access. I needed someone who would not judge me for still being a unreformed changeling, I tried being subtle to those I had gotten close to. They had no idea what I meant. I was desperate, breaking down after keeping up a persons for years. I needed something to fill this void. Yet nothing I knew I could get as Pastel could do so. I-” a slight pause, “I ‘knew’ there was one pony who could help me, jewel triad, I sought them out. I ‘knew’ they would be able to help me, and were ok with my changeling-ness. They couldn’t help me, and it’s just gotten worse. This isnt hunger, I don’t need love, I’ve just been getting more and more empty, I needed to feel something.” (her voice and body gets more and more changeling as she goes on)  
“I didn’t know- they were just as afraid of me as I feared. the final nail in the coffin, that was it. Pastel was gone, I can’t get to her anymore, i am gone.”  
-iyashi