"Fine. If you choose not to admit it to yourself, then I'll tell you. I tell you whether you like it or not, whether you'd rather die than hear it! I am you. Do you honestly believe that by somehow dividing your mind into little fragments of itself, you can get rid of the biggest part of you?"

Scootaloo was unable to move, completely immobilized. The evil reflection continued to speak, and she couldn't help but listen.

"It was you that killed them! Not "me", not some random pony off the streets, nor anypony else! It was us, we did it together. You can hide from it, but not for long. I know why you did it, because I am you! They asked for what we gave them, and our little vengeance was our little story. You can hide it from anypony else, but don't you dare hide it from yourself!"