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- "Twilight." Her voice cuts through the maelstrom of boiling magic that burns my flesh and restitches it at the same time in a way no other voice could. "Please."
- Tirek asphixiates in my hold.
- "Let go of him." Even in her sorry state, Fluttershy wields motherly authority.
- My throat burns too much to talk. I try anyway, the words unintelligible to me.
- "Twilight, he hurt me by mistake and calls himself a villain." Fluttershy tries to stand and fails to, but doesn't allow that to lessen her tone any. "What would you be if you kill him on purpose?"
- What would I be?
- Her friend. I want to shout. He hurt her, broke her spine. What am I supposed to do?
- "What would you be?" Asks Shinning, giving the baby dragon a look. "His mum or something?"
- "Fillies can't be mums." I say matter of factly. "Law three-three-zero-gee says so."
- "Are you sure?"
- "Of course I am, Spike." I put on my bags, thinking of how I'll tell this to Trixie hammers the table with a hoof, "Magic is the most raw emotional expression an unicorn has! Of course its art!"
- "And every spell is a set of scientific formulas." Answers Glimmer.
- "You make formulas from the spells! Not the other way around!" Trixie turns to me, "Twilight, tell her!"
- "Yeah, tell her how I am right." Glimmer smiles slyly.
- "I--" I start. "What..."
- I have to be careful.
- I have to protect them.
- "Twilight!"
- "I--" Tears run down my cheeks.
- "Twilight!"
- "Tell me!"
- "Help me!"
- "Twilight!"
- "Where are you!?"
- "Reign me!"
- "Save me!"
- "Teach me!"
- "Love me!"
- "Rule me!"
- "Twilight?" Asks Fluttershy, concerned.
- I don't answer, too focused in healing her spine.
- "Twilight!" She repeats, her gentle exclamation like a judge's hammer. "Your nose is bleeding again."
- I pass a hoof through my muzzle and see the blood glimmering on it.
- It hurts.
- My head hurts.
- My horn hurts.
- My nose hurts.
- My ears hurt.
- My back hurts.
- My eyes hurt.
- My lungs hurt.
- I hate it.
- I can't tell her.
- I can't tell her.
- I love her too much to.
- She makes me hurt.
- Her love makes me hurt.
- Hating her makes me hurt.
- I hate you.
- "I love you."
- I've hurt day and night for two years because of her.
- "What would you be?"
- A friend.
- "What would you be?"
- Your friend.
- I hurt.
- Everything hurts.
- Seeing her hurt hurts me.
- Does Discord hate her too?
- Would I hate him if he didn't?
- Would I hate him if he did?
- "What are you?"
- Your friend.
- Stop asking me this.
- I love you.
- Don't hate me.
- Don't watch me.
- "What are you?"
- A fiend.
- "What are you?"
- Stop asking me this.
- I love you.
- Don't watch me.
- Don't see me.
- Don't see the villain.
- I can't let her see.
- I can't let them see.
- I can't let them see what I am.
- I can't let them see what they've made me.
- I can't let them see how much I hurt.
- I can't let them think it's their fault.
- I can't let them see my hurt.
- Someone help me.
- I feel so alone.
- I can't talk.
- I can't.
- I can't.
- I can't move.
- I can't spellcast.
- "Spike!" I shout.
- I have to escape.
- "Spike!" My throat burns, the screech but a wheeze.
- "I just stood there."
- "Spike!"
- The giant is charred to ashes by emerald flame and reappears immediately.
- "SPIKE!" I try to shout.
- He is hurting.
- I can't let him hurt.
- I have to help him.
- I have to save him.
- I can't save him.
- He roars in pain.
- Tears flow down my cheeks.
- I have to save you.
- "SPIKE!"
- I try to force the ropes open.
- I try to cast too much magic for the ring on my horn to bear.
- I can't.
- I am too weak.
- I can't.
- "SPIKE!"
- A myriad of hits falls uppon Spike.
- His arms shatter.
- His chest caves in.
- His head is crushed.
- His flame dies off.
- "SPIKE!"
- I am too weak.
- I am too pathetic.
- I can't help him.
- I can't.
- My arms and legs are cut by their ropes.
- Blood and tears and piss and vomit pool around me.
- "SPIKE!"
- He doesn't answer.
- "SPIKE!"
- A rope snaps.
- I slide like a worm.
- I don't care.
- I don't care for how I look.
- I don't care for what they see in me.
- "SPIKE!"
- I don't care for what I have to do.
- "SPIKE!"
- His mangled body awaits me.
- I won't let them hurt.
- Time passes. I am not sure what happens.
- The giant is tied.
- There is a grave in front of me.
- "Spike."
- Someone walks to me.
- I turn, ready to kill them.
- Applejack.
- She reads the tombstone.
- She asks me if I am fine.
- She asks me if I want to telk about this.
- What for?
- Why does it mater?
- They are all that maters. I am but a guardian who lost her guardian.
- I failed him. I failed them. I failed myself.
- I can't let them hurt.
- They hurt so much.
- I don't care for what they see me as.
- The pain will kill them.
- I can't let them hurt.
- They must be protected from seeing me, from seeing me and my failure.
- I can't let them hurt.
- I won't let them hurt.
- "What would you be?"
- "What it takes to protect you."
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