I wish I could speak with you, my most faithful student. Just one last time.
But my body has become a prison. What I see, what I hear…what I do…it is beyond my control now.
I can see the sadness in your eyes as you and your friends confront me. If I could, I would tell you not to blame yourself for what has to be done. The fault is mine for underestimating King Sombra. When I dispatched him after his reappearance at Canterlot Palace, I thought the fight was over, and I failed to see how his darkness had crept its way inside of me until it was too late.
So we face each other as unwilling enemies. Yet even now, in this dark hour, I cannot help but admire your exceptional intellect. You have brought the Prism of Purity to stop my…Sombra’s…rampage, rather than the Elements of Harmony. After all, what good would the Elements do against the one being who has ever wielded them all by herself? The Prism is less…merciful…than the Elements, but that is for the best. With my power twisted and strengthened by Sombra’s, there is no room for mercy here.
I am fighting him, Twilight. With whatever control I have left, I hope you know I am fighting him. But it is a losing battle. All it can do is give you the chance you need. There is no avoiding what comes next.
You are talking now. I would love to hear what you are saying; you have always had such a gift with words. But that is Sombra’s cruelty at work. He wants me to see your grief, but he refuses to let me take any comfort from your voice. Still, just knowing that you are here with me…knowing that you will stop me before I can do harm to any more of my subjects…“comfort” may be too strong a word, but it still means so much to me.
You and your friends have begun to pour your power into the Prism now. Sombra is lashing out in defiance, but even he knows it is no good now. This is the end, certainly for him. Very likely for both of us.
There are so many things I want to tell you, Twilight Sparkle. Indeed, if ever the magic of Friendship has served me, I hope it may do so now one last time, just so you can hear me..so you can sense these thoughts. So that you know to tell Luna how much I love her, how much I have always loved her, and that I know with full confidence her reign over Equestria shall be as great as mine ever was, if not greater. So that you know in over a thousand years of life, I have never met another Pony quite like you. That teaching you…watching you grow…even simply spending time with you…has been the greatest joy and the deepest honor. That I am prouder of you than words can ever hope to convey.
The Prism’s light washes over me, and I feel Sombra at last withering away to nothing under its pure, unbridled intensity. I feel my own body beginning to break as well, but…perhaps…this is not the end. A foal’s hope, to be sure, but there is still a chance that I will survive, and so it is a hope I hold with all my heart, because it means I will be able to hear your voice again. It means you will not have to bear the guilt of my destruction in your soul. But if I don’t…if indeed this is my end…then I am glad I got to be with you one last time.
My most faithful student.
My dearest friend.