[Hayame almost laughs, bitter and dismissive, but she holds it back, pointing angrily in the direction of the wedding crowd with a loud slam of a front hoof on the ground, pawing at the dirt.]

That is just what the humans of this team say should be done. My world was-

[Much worse. She had been a “good horse”, and served with her life, but she had still seen the things that went on, still seen the young ones having their arms flensed off for sale if they wouldn’t be broken, seen the way they were used by men in the foulest ways, seen the bonds and saddles and muzzles for herself. But that...]

Is none of anyone’s business!

[But even she knows it wouldn’t be hard to parce out. To know that in order to be so offended by such comments... there had to be a base for them. But even knowing that she cannot day it. Cannot acknowledge even to herself quite what she’d been, and what she had lost. (It’s easier to be enraged, and to drive off most anyone who might ask. Or might “get it”.)]

If your goal here was to apologize, then it is heard. But what transpired in there is not so easily forgotten.