Voice: Isn’t it obvious? As much as she hates you, she has also come to look up to you. Somewhere deep inside, she is attracted to your strength and intelligence. Just look at the content’s in this room. It represents her feelings towards you.
*looks around the room* “I… I guess you’re right, but… I can’t imagine her looking up to me…”
Voice: Nevertheless, she does. Now, would you mind leaving? Nightmare Moon’s head is a crowded enough place to work without all these visitors.
Voice: It doesn’t matter how I know. But I know that you’re looking for a shard of yourself that Nightmare Moon has deluded herself into thinking she has. And I know that no such shard ever existed. The transfer between you two was strictly one way.
“Oh really? …Then how do you explain Nightmare Moon’s current behavior, and also her dreams?”
Voice: Isn’t it obvious? As much as she hates you, she has also come to look up to you. Somewhere deep inside, she is attracted to your strength and intelligence. Just look at the content’s in this room. It represents her feelings towards you.
*sigh* “What should I do…”
*A voice speaks from behind Twilight.*
Voice: There isn’t an answer, you know. What you’re looking for never existed in the first place.
*responds without turning around to see who the voice belongs to* “How do you know what I’m looking for, and how do you know that it never existed?”
Voice: It doesn’t matter how I know. But I know that you’re looking for a shard of yourself that Nightmare Moon has deluded herself into thinking she has. And I know that no such shard ever existed. The transfer between you two was strictly one way.
60s Batman could take a giant robot no problem. He’d either drop a punchcard into the bat-computer and it would reveal all of the robot’s weaknesses, or he would reach into that bottomless utility belt and produce a bat-giant-robot-destroying-machine.
Now while 60s Spiderman was a joke, We’re not going to mess with 60s Batman. You probably have a can of bat-goddess-repellent in your deus ex machina utility belt.
((I’m going to sleep now, since it’s almost 2:30 AM where I am. Night everypony.))
((How I wish I could sleep… its 5:24 am here, haven’t slept, can’t get to sleep, have something I am going to at 4 PM… *sigh* Hate Insomnia..))
((ooc: I actually usually sleep during the day and stay awake at night. It’s my standard pattern.))
White: Yes they have! Books are the reason mother doesn’t visit anymore! *She stops shredding and starts to cry. At the mention of mother, the other two start to look very sad as well.*
Dark Blue: It wasn’t the books fault, it was ours…*Tears up.*
Light Blue: I don’t care who’s fault it was, books are still wonderful. And so are you… *She starts nuzzling Twilight again, though she’s crying a little like the others.*
*sigh* “What should I do…”
*A voice speaks from behind Twilight.*
Voice: There isn’t an answer, you know. What you’re looking for never existed in the first place.
White: No! Books are bad! They have things in them that might hurt ponies! You’re just like those other two. She’s *points at dark blue* always going on about how cool books are, and how she wants to be a librarian when she grows up. And as for her *points to light blue*… she, well, loves books… physically. And they’re so hard to shred when she gets them all sticky. *She goes back to tearing up the books.*
“Things that might hurt ponies. Not all information is harmful, you know. Why do you think this way? Have the content of books actually hurt you before?”
White: Yes they have! Books are the reason mother doesn’t visit anymore! *She stops shredding and starts to cry. At the mention of mother, the other two start to look very sad as well.*
Dark Blue: It wasn’t the books fault, it was ours…*Tears up.*
Light Blue: I don’t care who’s fault it was, books are still wonderful. And so are you… *She starts nuzzling Twilight again, though she’s crying a little like the others.*
White: Oh, *deliberately rips a page right in front of Twilights face* am I bothering you? Good.
“You don’t bother me at all, really. But why do you seem so angry?”
White: Because *rips* not only do I have to hang around with those two losers *rips* I *rips* HATE *rips* BOOKS *shred tear mangle*.
“But they’re not losers… and books are great. Try reading some.
White: No! Books are bad! They have things in them that might hurt ponies! You’re just like those other two. She’s *points at dark blue* always going on about how cool books are, and how she wants to be a librarian when she grows up. And as for her *points to light blue*… she, well, loves books… physically. And they’re so hard to shred when she gets them all sticky. *She goes back to tearing up the books.*
