You're speaking as if you know how my horse felt, shove it. We don't mix mares and stallions for obvious reasons, she was always out in pasture with the rest of the mares and it was perfectly fine. I'd still say the desperate one here was your's, not her.

[Oh what is this. Stop that.]

I'm saying nothing about that matchmaking nonsense or making this about me, what if something goes wrong? What if I lose my horse because of complications? What then, Roderich? I'll have lost my best horse, best friend, and the best damn dressage horse that I've ever seen. You may not care that much, but I do. My horses are my life and don't you forget that for one single, solitary moment or try to attach some psychological bullshit to it.