In the Arms of Oppression - Episode 1: Crisis

"Artyom, think about what you're doing..."

He looks over to me.

"You're raping an innocent pony, and for what? A temporary reprieve? Is this really what you want to do?"

His eyes glide down to the pony before him, who's still trembling immensely.

"The sole mention of rape got her crying and shaking uncontrollably. What you're planning on doing will scar her for life, and possibly give her a burden she's not ready for. It doesn't have to be like this, Artyom.

Let her go."

He nods lightly. "You're right..." He then rises to his feet, continuously staring down at Twilight with a deep sorrow in his face only a man guided the right way could express. "I should never have even considered this..." He glances at me. "I'm sorry... Daniel.. I'm sorry, Twilight..."

I pat him on the back, smiling. "You're alright, Artyom.."

He drifts his focus to the FMG-9 on the floor. He picks it up, collapses it, and walks slowly to the driver's side of the van.

Allow.

Take.