“I want information. I want to understand you. To understand what exactly I’m fighting. You can help me.” “I obviously won’t.” ”I will kill you if you don’t help me. I’m not bluffing, Broadwings. I will kill you and you will die alone and unseen, and frankly you are far too intelligent to simply believe that the stories of ancestral halls are true. You will die and that will probably be it, and nobody will ever know if you talked or not—not that conversing with an enemy in a war you don’t support is dishonorable in the first place.” “You’ll let me leave if I stonewall, because you don’t want to set a precedent of murdering surrendered officers.” ”We’ll see. Would you like another cup?” “No.” Derpy smiled deviously. “You know, in that last battle? We didn’t fly our cannon up there to the cliffs. Nope. We had Earth ponies drag them. Earth ponies are capable of astounding physical feats, you know. We’re probably going to be using more mobility in our artillery deployment going forward, now that they’ve demonstrated how effective the concept is.” ”...why did you tell me that? What would drive you to tell me that?” “I’ll ask again before I continue. Would you like to assist me, Broadwings?” ”I am a gryphon. Telling me your plans will do nothing to change that. I will not barter secrets.” She leaned back, gesturing with a hoof as she talked. “My biggest strengths are that I understand the way crowds think and that I am good at thinking up unexpected ways to solve simple problems. My army’s biggest weakness is that my soldiers are inexperienced, and that unexpected developments have an inordinate effect on their morale. Also, my infantry will never be able to stand against a sustained lion charge, so I have to keep finding ways to nullify that disadvantage, and frankly I won’t be able to forever.” “I don’t understand. What are you doing, Mare? Why are you—” ”—my personal biggest weaknesses,” she continued, her smile now malicious, “are my struggles with morality, identity, and my desire to be loved. There’s also my relationship with the stallion Macintosh Apple, who is usually called Big Macintosh, with whom I spend upwards of ten hours a day, and on whom I am completely emotionally dependent. If he were to be killed, I’d probably fall apart emotionally. I also have a daughter named Dinky—not by him, mind you—who is in the Southmarch, and who I am very, very guilty about abandoning. If anything were to happen to her I might kill myself. Do you understand yet, Broadwings?” “Mare, this is insanity. I cannot—” ”—All right then, we’ll continue. I also have in this camp Sweetie Belle, Apple Bloom, and Scootaloo, three little fillies, though they’re growing quite quickly now. Sweetie Belle is the writer of many propaganda songs, Apple Bloom is Big Mac’s sister, who he protects like a daughter, and I believe Scootaloo has no special importance but the other two would defend her to the death. They would be quite easy to kill as well. Do you understand yet?” “Mare! Are you mad?! Do you have any idea how dangerous it is to tell me these things? Aren’t you afraid I would tell—” ”—Good,” she nodded. “You’re beginning to understand. Let’s see. My logistics framework right now is nonexistent. I’m entirely reliant on local villages bringing me food and materiel, and on capturing food and materiel meant for your armies. My army is nowhere near as mobile as it appears, since it can only operate in areas where I have established relationships with each particular village. A bit of simple recon work would let you figure out where I can and cannot go. Do you understand yet?” Broadwings’ eyes opened and his pupils shrank with dawning recognition. ”...If I came back to my army, I would use this to defeat you. If I told any other gryphon, they would use it to defeat you. You...you have...” ″Yes. I have sealed your fate; you will not see your home. I can’t let you leave now. I absolutely can’t. I can now either kill you or keep you prisoner until this war is over—and I don’t keep useless prisoners. It’s now out of my hooves. One or the other. You pick.”
Yes, that’s exactly what I was thinking. General Broadwings thinks General Derpy is bluffing, so Derpy credibly precommits herself to not releasing him by telling him information that would surely doom her army if she did. She gives up the choice of freeing Broadwings, and comes out ahead for it.
It’s kind of reminiscent of this, from pages 43-44 of the 1980 edition:
It is not always easy to make a convincing, self-binding, promise. Both the kidnapper who would like to release his prisoner, and the prisoner, may search desperately for a way to commit the latter against informing on his captor, without finding one. If the victim has committed an act whose disclosure could lead to blackmail, he may confess it; if not, he might commit one in the presence of his captor, to create the bond that will ensure his silence. But these extreme possibilities illustrate how difficult, as well as important, it may be to assume a promise.
~emkajii, Equestria: Total War
This sounds like something from Schelling’s strategy of conflict, although I haven’t read it
Yes, that’s exactly what I was thinking. General Broadwings thinks General Derpy is bluffing, so Derpy credibly precommits herself to not releasing him by telling him information that would surely doom her army if she did. She gives up the choice of freeing Broadwings, and comes out ahead for it.
It’s kind of reminiscent of this, from pages 43-44 of the 1980 edition:
Compare also Daniel Ellsberg’s Kidnap game.