“I struggled for years to get my hoof in Manehattan,” Rarity broke the silence while fixing Applejack’s hat. “But you had the opportunity to live there with Oranges since you were young. How did you manage to give all that up?”
“To tell you the truth, I think it was because of mah father. He wore this very hat when he told me to be truthful to myself and to others. It was both my first memory and the last time I saw him. I took it to heart. Ya' see, when I live by his words, I feel like he’s still with me.”
“That is very commendable, but what does it have to do with Manhattan?” Rarity inquired.
“I was new to the school. They wanted me to get to know the fellow foals there, so we played the game of two truths and a lie... I lost.”
“But darling, that’s not the kind of game one can lose.”
“Well, I did. But more importantly, they didn’t. Lies came to them as easily as truths. It was from that point on that I knew I could never belong there.”