Previously
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Some time after the trial.
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>There's something calling your name.
>A friend, perhaps.
>Outside your home, once again, you see her sorrowful face.
>“I abandoned you. I abandoned both of you.”
>It seems like a regular occurrence, apologies to and fro with this mare.
“Lyra. Don't fret.”
>“It was an awful thing to do! I don't understand... Everything is a blur. It was just an instinct, I swear it!”
>You hold up your hands to her, praying she stops this frantic plea.
“Look. I'm free. She isn't. I'm just glad it's all over.”
>The unicorn looks conflicted.
>“So... you're not mad at me?”
>You pinch the bridge of your nose.
>Then you explain.
“Why would I be? That part of my life is a distant echo now. Hollow Shades, the Chronicle, Princess goddamn Luna, for crying out loud. That isn't what I want from life. You know me well enough. I keep to myself. But now... Sh-they're all pretty much out of my life.”
>“I suppose you're right...”
“Of course I am. And I'm happy this way.”
>Slightly reassured, she relaxes.
“I've told you this a hundred times. I'm long over what you did.”
>The conversation very quickly dies.
>“So...”
>She stops.
>“What are you going to do now?”
“Oh, I don't know. Maybe I'll get back to work with Twilight, like I should've done long ago. Who knows? I've yet to decide.”
>She brings a hoof to her chin, puzzling.
>“I worry about you.”
“Why?”
>Out of nowhere, a pair of hooves wrap around your waist.
>A head plops on your shoulders.
>“Oh, Lyra.”
>She backs away upon seeing the mare.
>“...You.”
>Politely, Lyra greets your friend.
>“As I was saying Anon, I thought you had nothing to distract you from your thoughts.”
>Slightly raising your brow, Lyra's previous grimace turns sweet.
>“I can see that's not going to be a problem.”
>The hooves drop to the floor, and Echo pops her head out from behind you.

“Hey! What's that supposed to mean?”
>She chuckles at the pair of you.
>“Oh come on, anypony with a brain could see it.”
>What's she getting at?
>“You and Anon... Heh. Heh.”
“What are you talking abo- Oh.”
>Despite your best efforts, there's no stopping the flush of red from your cheeks.
>Cheeky Lyra bumps her brows up and down.
>“You know what I'm talking about, right Anon?”
>He pulls at his collar.
>“Uh... Is it hot in here?”
>You plant a hoof in your face.
“Anon, we're outside.”
>His face droops disappointedly.
>“Oh. Right.”
>Lyra persists.
>“Come on! Admit it, you two...”
>Both of you look at each other.
>Then look back at Lyra.
“You can decide that one.”
>You wink at her.
“Don't you have to go see your dad about something anyway?”
>She looks towards the clock in the centre of town.
>“Oh f- I'll catch you later guys, I'm running super late!”
>The pair of you laugh, and call out to her.
“Bye Lyra!”
>The door shuts behind the pair of you as you walk inside.
>“The couch looks comfy. Wanna sit?”
>You smile at him.
“Of course.”
>“Any word from your dad?”
>Ever since this whole incident, you and your father had decided to send a letter to each other every so often, if not just to check up on each other.
>Sometimes there was lots to say, others, not so much.
“Yes, he told me there was a brawl at the tavern in Hollow Shades, and he even drew a little 'illustration'.”
>“This should be good. Let's see it?”
>You go through to the kitchen; the note lies on the counter.
>When you come back through Anon takes it from under your wing.
>What he's greeted with...
>Is a stick-figure drawing of ponies fighting.
>There was something meant to be a smashed bottle... but it looked more like some random grass.
>Anon tries to hide his chuckles.
“Well, there's a reason his cutie mark isn't a pencil.”
>He giggles beneath his breath.
>You lie down on the couch, sleepy.
>With no warning, you feel the warmth of Anon's arms sliding their way along your body.
>A comforting sensation, one not felt since...
>Well, only a few minutes ago, really.
“Whatever we are Anon, friends, special someponies, whatever else Lyra can possibly come up with...”
>Anon laughs again.
>He shifts, moving his head above to look in your eyes.
>A shining smile can't help from making its way onto your face.
“Thanks to you...”
>He says nothing, but you can feel his heartbeat quickening.
“I'm so glad that I finally have a place I can call home.”

The (real) End.