You explain to Agent Sweetie the hellscape you had escaped from. Being so armed was the only way to survive, and only the strongest could raise to the top of that pecking order.
She nods along with your words. "I see, I see... Quite a trip." She taps her hooves together lightly. "This is a very different world. We actually have a word for the strongest who rise among the strong, who are sure that strength is how one remains at the top.
They do? You ask what that word is. Hero? Champion?
"Villain." She brings a hoof down, depressing a button that wasn't visible a moment before. The room fills with rainbow hues. It's all terribly girly.
In the end, Sweetie Drops is left with a new statue of a surprised human. She sighs and reaches for her intercom. "Statue in need of storage. Be gentle."
She released the talking button. "Here's to hoping your reformation shapes up while I'm still breathing. I'd like to chat."
The end.