Saturday, 11:00 am
The Ponyville jail was cold and dark. The town was only a few decades old, and it had a jail that felt like the Chateau d'If, only without the torture. The hall was nearly silent, save muffled footsteps from one of the Royal Guard, and the quiet sobbing of a changeling in the far edge of the hall, who had been lying on his bed and staring at the wall since he had entered the cell.
Second Chance and Choke Hold were stationed to guard the cell, but neither had the nerve to approach the crying changeling. Both stood at the entrance to the hallway, trying to ignore Alibi.
Chance finally broke the extended silence, "I know half our job now is finding changelings, but I never really knew what to do if we did."
"After the invasion, I'd thought changelings were just these soulless beasts. Now, I'm not so sure."
The pair stood silent for another minute before the sobbing slowly dissipated. The pair looked back at the changeling's room to find Alibi looking out the barred window at the sun overhead. The guard had confiscated his glasses, but there didn't seem to be any reason for doing so. Alibi sniffed a couple times before speaking, "I have prepared my last words, and I know what to request for my last meal."
A chill shot through the guards, Oh, Celestia, he thinks he's going to get executed.
Choke addressed him, as his partner was still dumbstruck, "We're in the process of assembling a jury for your case. You aren't being executed unless they find you guilty of an attempt to harm the populace. If not, you will be declared innocent, and you'll be set free."
Alibi rolled his eyes as he spat out his next words, "You two are monumentally thick!" The two guards turned to the cell, surprised by the changeling's sudden burst of anger, "You think I'm going to have a fair trial? You think just because there's a judge and jury the verdict will be just? Thanks to that war-mongering bitch that calls herself a queen, every single pony in Equestria has a monumental grudge against changelings. You think I'm going to have a fair trial? If they find me guilty of littering, I'll be put to death simply because that genocidal puppet master created this feral image of us. Now, goodbye, and screw you all."
The guards were wide-eyed at the changeling's outburst. They tried to come up with some way to retaliate, but the changeling was right. It would be impossible to find enough ponies for a jury with a neutral opinion on changelings if they scoured all of Equestria. Plus, the only two things the guards knew about changelings were from the invasion and Alibi, one of which wasn't as well-known.
The guard were silent for the next few minutes before the changeling began angrily slamming his head against the wall, spitting out insults with each swing. "Stupid bitch," The guards winced as they heard the impact, "That stupid-," Thud! "Psycho," Thud! "BITCH!" Crack!
The guards turned back to the cell, and saw a stream of blue fluid dripping from a large crack in the changeling's head.