Lance was sitting back there, his presence almost unnoticable. He was sobbing, deep in his somber thoughts. He raised his head, so that his eyes would meet his friends. With a tear descending through his expression, and another threatening to roll down his face.
"... I understand your pain. I passed through something similar. My Parents were murdered, about a month ago... I couldn't live any more second in Canterlot, knowing that my father... My mother... Were murdered in those back streets... My stomach twists just of the thought..." Lance said, with an unstable voice, at the edge of bursting into tears.