"The problem, my queen, is that your armor is *too* good."
"Too good? *How* can it possibly be "too good"?
"It's completely impenetrable. Yes, you are safe from sword and bow alike. Nothing can get to you. Not, hope, nor love, and I fear, not even reason."
"You're jealous, aren't you? You want my armor for yourself, don't you?! Get her out of my sight! I'll decide what to do with her later…"
And thus the mad queen put away her one, true friend, and neither would see light again.
the mastodon instance at cybre.space is retired
see the end-of-life plan for details: https://cybre.space/~chr/cybre-space-eol