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Final Thoughts
One thousand reasons to be angry.
One thousand ways things could have have gone right.
One thousand things to do upon her victory.
One thousand years she waited. Patiently.
There were so many things she wanted to do. She had wanted this to be her glorious return, but is this how ponies remembered her? A tyrant? A villain? She was so much more, a living, breathing pony. It wasn't her fault she ended up here. It shouldn't have happened like this, she had been so careful, so meticulous, so... perfect.
But here she was. Staring at a rainbow light that would surely kill her, condemn her, cleanse HER. It was HER fault.
As the half-seconds of what remained of her lifespan ticked by ever so slowly, she realized there was no use hating, seething, raging. Instead, looking back at her choices, she felt regret. Pain. Empty. What had she been doing? This wasn't what she wanted. She thought that if-
No.
She had been a fool. She wouldn't even try to justify her actions. So childish. So stupid.
If she had just asked. Talked things out. Would things have been different, would they have listened? Would they have helped her? Why didn't she bother to ask? Why?
Now was the time to let go of her hate. Her anger. Her fear. Oblivion wasn't so bad when you were sorry for your mistakes, when you at least wanted to do better, right? How many other beings out there had been in this exact position, watching their death approach, and looked back at a past as black as hers, and regreted everything they had done? Their choices? Their mistakes?
What came next? Would she get another chance? Would she be damned? Oblivion suddenly didn't seem as warm anymore.
Would it be cold? She had been cold for such a very long time, and if that was to be her eternity...
Why!? Why had she not asked? Why had she not gone straight to her, and begged forgiveness?
She was afraid.
She was afraid of what she would say, and did not want to confront her fears. And now here she was, on the brink of the biggest unknown in existence, because she had been afraid to take that little leap.
She thought she had it all figured out, had everything planned out to the last detail.
As the light struck her, Nightmare Moon shed a single tear.
One thousand ways things could have have gone right.
One thousand things to do upon her victory.
One thousand years she waited. Patiently.
There were so many things she wanted to do. She had wanted this to be her glorious return, but is this how ponies remembered her? A tyrant? A villain? She was so much more, a living, breathing pony. It wasn't her fault she ended up here. It shouldn't have happened like this, she had been so careful, so meticulous, so... perfect.
But here she was. Staring at a rainbow light that would surely kill her, condemn her, cleanse HER. It was HER fault.
As the half-seconds of what remained of her lifespan ticked by ever so slowly, she realized there was no use hating, seething, raging. Instead, looking back at her choices, she felt regret. Pain. Empty. What had she been doing? This wasn't what she wanted. She thought that if-
No.
She had been a fool. She wouldn't even try to justify her actions. So childish. So stupid.
If she had just asked. Talked things out. Would things have been different, would they have listened? Would they have helped her? Why didn't she bother to ask? Why?
Now was the time to let go of her hate. Her anger. Her fear. Oblivion wasn't so bad when you were sorry for your mistakes, when you at least wanted to do better, right? How many other beings out there had been in this exact position, watching their death approach, and looked back at a past as black as hers, and regreted everything they had done? Their choices? Their mistakes?
What came next? Would she get another chance? Would she be damned? Oblivion suddenly didn't seem as warm anymore.
Would it be cold? She had been cold for such a very long time, and if that was to be her eternity...
Why!? Why had she not asked? Why had she not gone straight to her, and begged forgiveness?
She was afraid.
She was afraid of what she would say, and did not want to confront her fears. And now here she was, on the brink of the biggest unknown in existence, because she had been afraid to take that little leap.
She thought she had it all figured out, had everything planned out to the last detail.
As the light struck her, Nightmare Moon shed a single tear.