Green Hoof's Log
Day 40
 
Well, today I killed a living, breathing pony. Decapitation, to be precise. Lopped it's head clean off. Blood everywhere and all over me.
 
Not sure what to think or feel about it yet. Just sort of... in shock? When I got here, "spawning" in Canterlot, I never would have guessed that I'd murder a pony here, even if it was in self defense. I don't regret it, and it had to be done, but I'm uncomfortable with it... The way he smiled as I sliced through his neck with a sword. The way the blood splattered everywhere. The way his head rolled onto the ground, eyes still staring at me with that twisted smile.
 
Why did this happen, you ask? Well, Quicksilver conscripted me onto a team to get more "health potions," some fantasy drink that magically regenerates the user's health.
 
Things went wrong. Terribly wrong. Ambushed by a boar, then five Earth Ponies. The biggest, brawniest one (leader of the group I assume) was the one I killed. The only health potion we got, which I picked up off the brawny pony I killed and Quick took from me to give to Honey (I was gonna administer to Honey anyway), was used to bring Honey Rose back from the brink of death. Able and Hidden were also injured and knocked out, but not as bad as Honey Rose.
 
Speaking of Honey Rose, an hour ago I told her about my feelings for her. I told her I cared about her deeply since the day we got off the trains. She gave me a hug and whatnot. Friend Zone'd. Whatever. Used to it. Better than a hoof to the face. At least I finally got it out. Will write more about these events tomorrow. Time for sleep.