Rainbow Dash walked backstage. What did Nirvana want with her?

Entering the dressing room, she saw Nirvana tuning his guitar with magic. “Ah! There she is.”

Rainbow Dash sat down. “What do you want with me?”

Nirvana levitated some candy over to his mouth. “Well, i just wanted to clear something sup for you. I in no way blame you for Scootaloo’s death.”

Rainbow Dash’s ears perked up. “You don’t?”

“Nope. just the order we played the songs were... a bit unfortunate.” Nirvana took a deep breath. “What you have to understand, Rainbow Dash, is that Scootaloo loved you very much, and you neglected her. You never taught her how to fly, the one thing she wanted most in the world. I know you tried your best during her final hours but... I don’t blame you, anyway.”

Nirvana levitated his guitar over to him. “Well, we have a show to play. Enjoy the rest of the music.”

Rainbow Dash left, and returned to her seat. If Nirvana didn’t blame her, then why did she still feel so guilty?