Starshine shrugged. "And you are this Charioteer guy dad and Twilight were talking about, aren't you?"
The Charioteer nodded. "Quite observant of you."
"Eh. I figured you had to be with the fancy coloured dialogue." Starshine shrugged again. "It wasn't nice of you not to introduce yourself, by the way."
Stella raised an eyebrow in confusion at the other alicorn's words.
The Charioteer also raised an eyebrow, though he did so more in surprise than confusion. "Oh. I didn't know you could see that too."
"You know what else wasn't polite?" Starshine continued. "This whole destroying Equestria thing." She had a look at the fallen buildings all around them. "This is really hard on dad's nerves."
"But yet, you wouldn't be here with him if it wasn't for this," the Charioteer replied.
"I'd rather he be happy alone than miserable with me," Starshine defiantly replied, pouting. But there was an odd, carefree tinge to her attitude. Like a spoiled child being petty, or a pony doing a really good impression of one.
"But now he wants you here," said the Charioteer. "Quite the conundrum you've found yourself in, isn't it? For all you may act selfless, Sunburst wanting you alive means you're beginning to grow attached to existence, doesn't it?"
Starshine looked to the side, pouting harder, and didn't answer. "If only he wasn't such a dummy," she quietly said to herself.
"I heard that."
"I know you did," Starshine said in an even quieter tone that the Charioteer still managed to catch, but that was too muffled for Stella.
"So anyway, is there anything in particular you would like to ask?" The Charioteer looked blankly into the distance for a moment. "Trixie and Starlight are doing alright, by the way. They were outside when the step happened, now they're helping around Ponyville. I think they were on their way to get ice-cream and hot chocolate."
"What about grandma?" Starshine asked, still without looking at the Charioteer.
He tilted his head to the side. "Seems like she's doing alright as well. Her house maybe not so much, but that shouldn't be much of an issue all things considered."
"Grandpa?"
"He's unharmed too."
Starshine gave a nod, relaxing a little. Her pout grew less pronounced, she arched an eyebrow, and she awkwardly rubbed a hoof on the ground as a thought struck her. "Say. If Sunburst is my sort of father, does that technically make you my mother? Or the Behemoth itself, maybe?"
The Charioteer drew back, then chuckled. "Certainly not me, no. If anything I'd be more of an uncle. The Behemoth itself, though?" He looked back towards the creature in question. "Maybe? I'm not really sure, actually."
"I mean, it's less awkward than the alternative," Starshine said. "You know, having every other mare who partly influenced who I am be my mother." She swallowed. "Especially with the whole grandma being one of those mares thing."
The Charioteer gave a brief laugh. "You could always have Sunburst be your only creator."
Starshine rapidly shook her head. "Oh no no no no no. A god complex is the last thing he needs."