"So Sombry, what's your favorite food?" Another night of dancing and conversation had Cadance sprawled on the ground like an adolescent.
"I'm dead," Sombra helpfully reminded her.
"In life, then. Sorry about that."
"Candied apples."
"What?!" Cadance exclaimed, bolting up. "Sombry, you have a sweet tooth?"
"I'm dead," he repeated, "I had a sweet tooth, Pink One."
"Haven't I earned a better nickname? Empress Pink One sounds so foalish." She flopped to the ground again. "And days are just... stagnant and lonely as it is."
"And King Sombry is any better?" Sombra's fangy grin gleamed in the moonlight.
"Okay, so maybe it isn't. Yesterday you said you had an actual nickname, eh?" How silly. She was talking like a peasant now.
Sombra nodded slowly. "I did, and then you interrupted me."
"So what was it?"
Sombra peered out at Luna's starry night sky and frowned thoughtfully. "I don't think this is the same as the nicknames we have given one another, but I was often called a thief."
"Why?"
Sombra didn't look at her. "Because I was the greatest thief of all."