What
now?
It's an
armoured pony. A pony.. stallion, I think. His face is visible through his open helm, and though I can't tell whether it has the capacity for motion or not it currently makes him look utterly exhausted. He wears full plate armour in the same style as the suits lining the walls in some parts of the castle, though his has clearly seen considerable use. There are dents, nicks and a few rents over all the parts I can see. None appear to be concealing a mortal wound, but I wouldn't want to be on the receiving end of an attack like he was. Strapped to his left shoulder is a large shield which he plants on the ground like a palisade when he stops, and on his back is a halberd which he awkwardly lifts into a guard position. Both are just as damaged as his armour.
"Someone you know?"
"Neigh, We know not this stallion. Soldier, identify thyself."
He slumps, leaning against his shield, his eyes fixed on Luna.
"Forsaken Vanguard. Betrayal."
"Luna?"
"Neigh, We still do not-. Do.. not…"
She slumps, her eyes widening slightly.
"It… Our mind is.. consumed with thoughts of Our retainers. Those who were loyal to Us anterior to.. Our
fall. We-We have not thought to ask what happened to them."
"They'd be dead by now either way."
"We had so
few who stood with Us, when Sister had so many." She's crying, and I see illusory ponies flicker into being in a semicircle around her. "When We left them-."
"Luna, you had a demon-assisted psychotic episode as a result of years of neglect and social isolation. Nightmare Moon's fight with Celestia was obvious to everyone, as was the method she used to banish Nightmare Moon to the moon. There's no way any rational pony, confronted with that evidence, would have done anything foolish."
"But what if they
did? We can see so easily how-"
I turn away from her, shoulder my way through the phantasms and walk up to Forsaken Vanguard.
"Moderately clever."
"-they may have misunderstood. Sister had to struggle to establish-"
"You make her think that loyalty is a vice. Of course you do. That's all you understand, isn't it? No real concept of value, only its
negation."
"-control, and only a fraction of the nation knew what had truly transpired."
I lift my right forehoof and
slam it down on Forsaken's shield, which-. Is entirely undamaged. Given how bedraggled it looks I thought that would do more.
"Ugh, a tiresome conflict of memories and morals."
I turn away, then
throw my weight forward and
buck my back legs into his shield. And
stagger forwards when that does nothing of use
either.
I stride back through the phantasms, who have closed in around Luna as she lies on the floor, head resting against the stone.
"Who were
these ponies?"
She turns her eyes upwards. "They were Our-."
"
No,
who were they?"
She lifts her head slightly.
"Moonchaser, Mist Moth, Hie Away-."
I pick one at random and point to them. An earth pony with a grey-blue pelt and a grey mane.
"Tell me about this one."
"That is Soup Sponge. Our chef. Since we kept different hours to.. so many other ponies, it.. was not worth keeping the Great Kitchen open. He volunteered to prepare food for those who were awake overnight. He was married, with three foals. Sometimes when the castle was-. When it felt empty We would walk down to the kitchen and speak with him as he worked. After We-."
"He was probably sad for a bit, but kept the job for the
other night shift ponies, and eventually got over it. And eventually died."
"We abandoned so-."
"
Luna!" I extend my neck down so that my nose is only a short distance from hers. "It's the Anti-Life making you feel like this. It's what it does. Rationalising misery, making you inflict it upon yourself. Ignore it. Or if you can't do that, use the experience to strengthen your resolve to remain sane for the benefit of your
new friends. To let them know when you feel lonely or ignored. Do you think that Soup Sponge would have any desire to see you destroyed by a magic monster?"
"We-."
"
Do you?"
"N-. N
n-. No. He.. would not."
"Then
stand and say
goodbye."
She takes a moment, then awkwardly rises to her hooves.
"We…" I step out of the way, and she looks around the circle of expressionless phantasms. "We miss you. At Our weaker moments We still find ourselves looking around for each of you. The kitchen, the chancery, my.. escort. You made those days bearable and We know that We would have given in to the Nightmare far sooner had it not been for you. W-.
I am sorry, that I was.. not strong enough to resist completely. You will always be in my thoughts and in my heart."
She bows her head slightly, and the phantasms fade away.
"Hah! How-?"
Forsaken's gone. Don't know why he didn't try that on me, but I'm not going to-.
"Hehhahhahhahhah!"
"We should l-"
"Leave, yes."
"-eave. You want to go first, or-?"
"We believe that We will need a moment before experiencing more emotional torment."
"Right then. So laughter, loyalty, generosity and honesty-"
"Haaaaaah heeheehee!"
"-and then the concept of friendship itself
and we're leaving now."
I walk in front of her, so that my bulk briefly obscures her entire vision. Then I close my eyes, turn and
open them… And we're outside an aircraft hangar, watching the end of the fight between Uncle Drax's Magic Robot and Intergang's goons. Or should that be
peons; they clearly didn't have the skill that 'goons' implies.
"Is that your true form? That… Automaton?"
"That-? No, that's a weapon my uncle made for these children." And it's gone. "Those children, in point of fact."
She taps her forehooves against the tarmac, looking around a little more carefully.
"Why have you brought us here?"
"Laughter. I'm not big on laughter, really, but it seemed to me that this was probably my best demonstration of the virtue."
"How so? What-? Is
that you?"
"The big grey guy with the orange ring? Yes, that's me in biped mode. See the small boy there?" She nods. "He just planted explosives all over those crates while I was busy with the fight. And in three, two, o-"
The hangar
erupts, a little louder than I remember it.
"-ne."
"We do not see how that is funny."
"It wasn't. The materials in there would have been very valuable. But… I mean, look at the size difference." It's even more obvious from the third person. Richard is
tiny compared to me. "Look at him. He's like a little chinchilla! And he's giving me a lecture like he can stop me."
I feel my own amusement as my former self cracks up, and a blue crystal attaches itself to my armour.
"Ah, good memories. Generosity next."