Dear Princess Celestia: Letters from a Murderer

by Door Belle


Letters Seven and Eight

Dear Princess Celestia,

I'm sorry I didn't respond to your letters sooner. Group therapy has been exhausting. Two days really doesn't feel like enough time to recover between sessions, even though I know from my own study that it should be and that Doctor Fair knows what she's doing. The problem is, it's been hard to connect with anypony there. They've all seen me around, but I don't think they know how to deal with me when I try to put myself on the same level as an ordinary pony and just talk. One of them actually tried to get everypony to kneel when I walked in the first time, and another has done nothing but mock me for "falling." It would make more sense if she was talking about the murder...

The rest simply don't talk to me—they only flinch, make their polite or reverent acknowledgements, and move on. I thought I knew how to make friends with anypony, but I guess I was wrong. Again.

To your most urgent question—yes, it's true. I'm sorry for the upset and worry I've caused you, and it hurt to read how disappointed you were, but that kind of drives home my point. I don't deserve to fly. I don't really deserve magic either, but I have to have something to protect myself once I'm out of the hospital, and I've never been very good at using the earth pony side of being an alicorn. It's so intuitive that it's unintuitive, if that makes any sense.

I still don't know what to say to Fluttershy. I know it's eating her up that I don't have an answer for her yet. She tries to hide it, but every time I equivocate or change the subject she glances away and her ears and wings droop just a little. Maybe she's just worried for me, but I know I would be pretty upset if I liked somepony a lot and they just didn't respond.

I'm going to have to talk to her. I've barely said five words today, anyway.

Your faithful student,
Twilight Sparkle



Dear Princess Celestia,

I don't understand why you care so much about what happens with Fluttershy, but yes, I ended up dodging the question yet again yesterday. Who knew a killer could be such a coward?

Your faithful student,
Twilight Sparkle