“You don’t understand,” Sunset said, pushing her geode into Twilight’s hand—the Twilight from her world. She’d shoved it at Twilight, yet hadn’t loosened her grip.
“Do you remember how demonic I was? Grasping for any power I could. Then later I had it! At the Friendship Games, I had wings! I could fly!”
“Look how you used it, though,” Twilight said, rubbing Sunset’s shoulder.
“Still, I… hadn’t thought about it, when I went through the mirror the next time. What if I’d become an alicorn? Thank goodness I didn’t. I only now realize that.”
“You would have earned it.”
“No, no.” Sunset hid her face in a hand. “I only got those wings by taking everyone’s magic, and now that I know…”
Twilight pushed the fist with the geode back to her. “The fact that bothers you means you deserve it.”
Maybe. But it didn’t have to weigh so much.