Diaries of an Equestrian Overlord

by KitsuneRisu


lunAside: Entry 78

Entry 78

It's time to talk, Big Sis.

It's strange but after that whole incident with Kidneyripper, I have been eating a lot. I guess... I'm just happy to be alive. Food never tasted so good.

I really love these apple fritters.

But... well. My mind is wandering again. I guess it just doesn't want to get down to it.

Today I had to face my Big Sis. That's never easy. The last time someone faced her down... well.

I guess that's how we all got into this mess in the first place.

I went in as gently as I could. Talking to her and mentioning that I had wanted to talk about 'us' already put her on edge. It was like something triggered. The word itself, or maybe a concept that she was trying hard to avoid.

'Us'.

I told her that when she accidentally sent me to the moon I was able to still watch to a certain degree. It was hard to explain, but yeah. I knew what was going on.

I told her that she had changed. She didn't like that. But I went on.

I described her as being bitter. I think that's the only word that I could think of that best described what she had become.

I tried to suggest that she was acting in defence of certain things that she forgot a long time ago. Things that she pushed out of sight and well out of mind.

She yelled at me.

I felt sadness. True sadness.

It was both from myself and from her. I knew then that the next few days were going to be the hardest.

But we must persevere.

The conversation came to her fascination with Ponyville. She has been watching that place for years, now, and there is an underlying sense of hatred for the place that she harbours in her words and actions.

It is a strange duality, for while she speaks of it as a place of terror and salted earth, she spends most of her energy taking care of the inhabitants of the town.

I asked her if she knew why she was acting like this to a single one small township.

I asked her if she even knew why she was so obsessed with that Pinkie Pie character.

I suggested that she go think about it.

She left less than amicably.

And I am tired.