Lonely is Just Only with an L in front: part 1
When wild dogs are sick, or mortally wounded, they go off and hide. Isolate themselves.
And, although he wasn't hurt physically, Discord felt acid burning a hole through his dignity, his heart, his soul, his entire world.
It was beyond heartbreak. It was the unpleasant mixture of remorse, grief, and all the other emotions that he used to hide behind the mask of lightheartedness.
They had now boiled to the surface, and were making him scurry up the stairs of Princess Twilight Sparkle's castle, into the attic, his room. She tried to make him talk of his emotional state, and, after giving her an earnestly troubled look, he fled to sanctuary.
He plopped himself onto the bed, regret weighing on him, draining him. He hurt them, let them down. Was that all he was good for? Hurting others and taking sides with the Devil? Or was he the Devil? He didn't know anymore, and, frankly, he did not care. The point was that he felt so bad, he felt like a bad person
theyoungestbrony