“I didn’t think you two would make it for the funeral, Bell,” an elderly yellow and red, insectoid clown-pony sighed softly, “I’m glad you did…”
“STRANGER DANGER! Step back ten paces or safety protocols will be enact...ed?” The little metal filly jumped in alarm quickly settling down into mild, sad confusion as she recognized the pony behind her. “Candy Corn? You are old?!?!” The filly’s voice trembled with confusion.
“Time does that to a pony Bully,” the stallion chuckled, “Well most ponies anyway… you’re as cute as the day I stole your first kiss. Heh, I knew I shoulda listened to dad.”
Bullette blushed at the suddenly fresh memory. “My first kiss should not have been a kiss goodbye!” The filly huffed cutey before becoming somber once more. “I will miss Uncle Slapstick.”
“How do you do that, Bully?” The old stallion smiled wistfully. “How do you stay so young on the inside, given everything you and Uncle No Name have seen. I swear, even if he hasn’t aged a day, one look in his eyes and you just know that this is the oldest pony you’re ever gonna meet… but you…”
“My soul-matrix can only process ten years of memory at any given time.” Bullette explained carefully. “I have developed contextual subroutines to make sure that the events remembered are non-linearly related to the current circumstance.”
“So you can remember everything… but only ten years at a time of it?” Candy smiled. “I almost envy that, girl.”
“Error. I cannot remember everything.” Bullette corrected. “I have deleted all files concerning a mare name Sunrise Flare, except for her name and the location of her grave. It is sad place #237. I do not know why I deleted those files… I have tried to ask No Name, but talking about her only makes him cry… a lot.”
“I can see that… dad talked to me alot about that before he passed.” The elderly stallion bowed his head. “It’s funny, ya’lls adventures were always something he’d talk about ‘when I was older’... then we never talked about it… until the last few months.”
“No Name says we should remember where we came from… but I erased those files,” the filly replied sadly.
“Sometimes it’s easier to remember being told than living it,” Candy Corn said with a sigh, “I think this is how dad would have wanted it… he left something for me to pass down to you. Nine hells… sit down little filly… I’ma tell you the story of how you were found…”