However wrong his actions, Discord has no way of atoning for them while caged in rock. And he’s still conscious in there. Can you imagine how horrifying that existence must be?

Princess Celestia has to make some difficult decisions, both in the past and present. You think a utopian society is just built and maintained on sunshine and rainbows?

As for me? Well, if my past actions indicate anything, it’s not my heroism. If anything it’s closer to the opposite direction.

Yeah, I wouldn’t be here if not for her.

Whether or not I deserve to be here not withstanding.

Your mind wonders off…

You live in a small, ranch-style house that doesn’t even have an attic. The notion of owning this whole place? Unreal… You could become a Duchess or a Countess by virtue of ownership! The Duchess of this frozen… wasteland…

Hmm…

Oh! What if you turned it into a race track?! Then you could-

Your stomach growls and you feel a sharp pain. Your hoof clutches your tummy-tum and you explain how tired and hungry you are. The group agrees to eat, rest, and sleep for now. Everypony will rotate a guard-shift every two-and-a-half hours. Your shift is last, so you eat up, crawl under your blanket, and fall asleep to the sound of the others still talking.

Of course, you’ll still have to decide about what to do with the baggage situation in the morning. For now, you dream about racing for some reason.

Can’t say I have.

Never heard of it either.

Live through what I’ve lived through and you realize there are no heroes.

If someone does something helpful, it’s for a reason. They have something to gain from it.

Edit: Not exactly an enjoyable way to live, but not a position I can just change either.

One rarely does.

Do I know in advance that it’s only for one night?

What are they doing with me? If it’s amicable, I wouldn’t mind.

Alright. Good luck, Strawberry. I’ll be here.

I think we’re okay for the night. I’ll let you know tomorrow what the surveyors say.

Thanks for the offer!

Hmm…

I don’t have time to look that up at the moment, sorry.

I don’t believe it matters.

If it’s real, we have no memories of our past lives, so what difference does it make?

Sorry. I know a guy that knows a guy. It’ll be taken care of.

It’s from Deus Ex, one of the sailors at the club in Hong Kong says that line.

Oh.

Sorry, it’s been a while.