In the endless fields of Paradise, Twilight and Celestia gazed upon Equestria—or, at least, what was left of the one they'd known.
Tears welled up In Twilight's eyes. "It just isn't right," she sniveled.
Celestia remained silent, but nodded in agreement.
"Everything we accomplished," Twilight continued, "everything we fought for... Was it all for nothing?"
"Now, I wouldn't say that," Celestia countered. "Numerous generations owe you their happiness and prosperity, Twilight. That's more than many a ruler can attest to."
Twilight remained inconsolable. "But—"
"Pinkie's parties are but a distant memory," Celestia began, her voice adopting a slightly sterner tone. "Sweet Apple Acres has been gone for centuries. Rainbow Dash's records have all been broken. Rarity's fashions have long since fallen out of favor. Fluttershy's animals are dead and buried.
"Would you insinuate that everything they did meant nothing, Twilight?"
Twilight didn't reply for quite some time.