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“If you want to help her so badly, then just do it!” said Lyra.
Octavia glanced at the two nasty pegasi standing on either side of Ditzy. Her ears wilted, she bit her lip. “Ooh, I don’t want to cause a scene. Especially over…” she gulped, and sighed grievously, “...Ditzy Doo, horrible as that sounds. M-Maybe somepony else will help her?” she asked, hope in her voice.
“Negative,” muttered Glados, as she continued to write. She did not fail to notice Octavia’s aversion to helping Ditzy. “That won’t happen. The more people there are, the less of a chance someone will step up to help. All these morons,” she gestured with her pen at the entire marketplace, most of whom were going about their business around the scuffle occurring, “they’re all thinking the same thing you are. This is basic psychology, actually.” And this is also quite telling of your character. Your obvious character that I can predict will now do what I know it will do...
“I thought she was your friend, Glados.”
“This is important for my research,” she replied. “I will console the poor fool once Tweedledee and Tweedleidiot disperse.”
On her paper, Glados was writing, ‘I have run out of observations to make and am just writing this to stall for time.’
https://www.fimfiction.net/story/43513/15/my-little-glados/a-big-ol-storm-pt-1
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