- > you sit on the ground, grimacing as Twilight again forces herself back into your mind
- > It’s been nine sessions, roughly three days since Twilight brought the others to see you
- > you know this session will be the last
- > the memories brought forth are only a few months old now
- > soon you’ll be at the present
- > there’s a small comfort in knowing your trial is near an end
- > but it’s overshadowed by the dread of what’s to come
- > she moves through each memory quickly, most are useless to her
- > but to you, each brings another wave of pain and grief
- > this was your life flashing before you. your friends, your family, your home
- > your heart aches as you realize you will never see any of it again
- > there was so much you still wanted to do
- > there were things that were never said
- > things you never experienced
- > you wanted to be a dad…
- > Just a few weeks left now
- > It was all just so unfair
- > you didn’t choose to come here
- > you never got a chance to explain yourself
- > you never got a chance to fight back
- > it was always out of your hands
- > you were condemned to this the moment you arrived
- > these p0nies, this WORLD, robbed your life and your future from you
- >only a few days left
- > you didn’t want to die this way
- > you didn’t want to die caged and helpless
- > you wanted to die fighting, struggling
- > you wanted to die with that precious feeling in your heart
- > that thing your father taught you to cherish
- > that thing you protected and cherished all your life
- > you wanted to die with fire in your veins and strength in your limbs
- > you wanted to knowing it was your actions that brought you there
- > you wanted to die FREE
- > but you weren’t free
- > that fateful day flashes before you again
- > your arrival into Equestria
- > fleeing from the guards
- > breakfast with Celestia
- > your sentence
- > your journey here
- > your imprisonment under Twilight
- > your days spent in the dark
- > and then your memories were over
- > Twilight’s presence leaves your mind
- > “I guess we’re done then” she says, standing up
- > you don’t respond
- > even if you could speak, there’s nothing you would say
- > she turns away and ascends the stairs, the lights going out as she leaves the basement
- > you sit there in the darkness, alone with your thoughts
- > you wonder if you’ll be remembered back home
- > you never did anything truly noteworthy
- > but you did make an impact on your world, you had friends and your family loved you
- > maybe they’ll tell stories
- > maybe your brother will marry that girl he’s been dating for so long
- > they made a good couple, they would definitely have plenty of kids
- > you wonder what they would look like, would they have your mother’s blue eyes?
- > maybe your brother would tell them stories about their long lost uncle anon
- > he could tell them about all the times you pranked your father together when you were little
- > or the time you both slept in the igloo you built yourselves one winter
- > you sit there in the dark, reminiscing on all that you’ve lost
- >imagining all that might be
- >and mourning all that you will never see
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