Twilight Sparkle had reached the end of the journal and shut it on its back, her mind working as she tried to deal with all she had learnt. Even from the words alone, she could feel the pain and sorrow of what the Assassins had to go through. Of what Morning Blade had to go through. Of what Velvet Breeze had to go through.
Velvet was still rehabilitating back in Equestria and she was doing very well, but all this had happened to her at such a young age. To have lost almost everyone she knew and cared about. It must've hurt badly. Twilight couldn't imagine losing any of her friends like that. Reading all this made her all the more determined to make sure they protected Equestria with their lives.
Pulling her notebook back out, Twilight began to scribble down on it as she marked down important moments of Frigid Night's story. That was another thing she had to do. The thing she had come to do. To memorialize his story and his friends' stories. To have them remembered, even in Equestria, for what they had done.
Even if they hadn't fought to protect Equestria, they had indirectly given their lives for Equestria. These were stories for even the ponies back home to know.
Morning Blade eventually looked back up, her one eye red and dripping with tears. She sniffed and wiped at her nose, her teeth slightly chattering from the cold.
"Are you feeling better, Morning?" Twilight shifted the journal back to her. "I finished your book. I must say, it's awful, what happened. But... I'm glad, you know? You Assassins and Sunset stopped Sombra. You stopped him from returning with powers beyond our control. You all have our deepest gratitude... You know?"
"Gratitude or no..." Morning sniffed again. "I'm glad someone else knows their stories now... Frigid especially. He isn't the cold-hearted man everyone thought he was. I had known... He still had good in him. I had still believed in him. He had a hard life, Twilight. Such a hard one... I don't doubt I would've done any better if I were put in his position. At least... at least now he has rest. That's... comforting to know, at least..."
"He definitely does. And he still has people and ponies here that will know about him. He still has someone that cares about him. You're a good friend to him, Morning Blade. Thank you, for telling his story." Twilight gave the ex-Assassin a pat on the hand.
Wiping her eye again, Morning Blade managed a smile and picked up her journal, stuffing it back in her backpack. She had done it. Frigid's and the others' stories have been told. They would be remembered for what they had fought for. That was all that had mattered to her. And now... Now she could move on. She could live on for all of them.
Wherever they were now, all her friends, she was sure they would be watching out for her.
"Thank you for the coffee, Morning." Twilight rubbed her hands together and looked outside at the darkening sky. "But I think I should be getting back. I'm also rather excited to share the news with the others."
"Yeah, I should be getting home too. Thank you, princess. For the last few days. It really has meant a lot to me. I haven't really talked to anyone about any of this since Sombra was defeated. It's nice. To have... friends."
"So true, Morning Blade. Remember, if you ever need a friend, you can always find Sunset and the others and if you need me around, I'm sure she can send a message over to me. I'm just a page away."
"I will keep that in mind, princess. Thank you."
Seeing the pony princess off towards Canterlot High, Morning Blade eventually began her trek home. She'd had a long run with the Assassins and her friends had been with the Brotherhood even longer. They had really sacrificed so much to keep the world as it was and safe from the Templars.
Frigid Night may have fallen a long way, but in the end, as long as there was the will to get back up, things could still change for the better. Morning knew it was her turn to return up again. The fall was long over.