William and Joey made their way back to the Pavilion in the center of Canterlot, to both their surprises. It seemed as though it had been perfectly repaired. The whole way, William had been mumbling to himself, Joey couldn't pick up much. From what he could gather, it sounded like he was complaining about how every single villain in Equstria was the same. Other than that, he couldn't discern anything. By now, the sun had set. The 2 of them entered the pavilion, at it's center, William could see a massive stage. Surrounded by a crowd.
"The storm king ain't 2 hour's dead and they're already acting like it never happened." William grumbled to himself. He took a good look at the crowd.
"Nope." He said flatly, he turned, and walked away from Joey. William watched as he galloped off and joined the crowd. He groaned in disgust as they pointed out the main six for saving them.
"If only they knew..." HE thought to himself. He didn't harbor any negative feelings of resentment towards Twilight or her friends. William never liked being in the spotlight. It was the way they acted that got under his skin. The ponies in the crowd cheered, and then one of them began to sing, the other's joined in alongside. William sighed.
Joey took his place beside the main six watching the performance alongside them. His gaze shifted back to William, sitting on a bench, head hung low. He could tell that something was wrong.
"Hey Twilight, do you mind? I need to go talk to William." He asked.
"Sure, go on ahead." Joe sat up, and trotted off towards the bench where William resided.
"Hey, there!" William looked over, to find Joey sitting down next to him.
"What now, pony?" William asked, his voice growling slightly at the word pony.
"What's wrong, the Storm kings dead, everyponies celebrating, why don't you come on out there and join us?" He asked William.
"Leave me be." William said.
"Oh come on, there's got to be a reason you aren't out there."
"Don't you understand? Ever since you've arrived, you've been acting, differently you're just going along with everything. It's... disturbing." Joey looked at him in confusion.
"I don't understand, what do you mean by acting strangely, I'm fine." The tone in William's voice changed.
"Gahh, it's exactly that, it started with your willing acceptance of being changed into a completely alien species, from there, it only got worse, the way they just accepted you, like nothing, it's...well... it's infuriating to say the least. First they just, let you into they're society, next thing you know, they're going to be giving you a knew name!"
"William, I had not idea, why didn't you tell me sooner?"
"It's exactly for that reason, that magic...did something to your head!"
"William, I'm fine." Joey reassured him.
"Oh, one more thing, it wasn't all entirely that... it's well...how do I say this?" William began to tremble, Joey could see the beads of sweat forming on his face. He put a hoof on his shoulder.
"Well... don't tell any of them... but I kind of, sort of... want to be turned into a pony, a pegasus/kirin hybrid to be specific." Joey stumbled back. Of all the things William wanted, this struck him as among the strangest.
"But...why?" He asked." I thought you hated them."
"Well, that's very complicated... it all started a few years ago, I started having dreams about it... Mostly, I just want to fly under my own power..." Joey could hear the shakiness in his voice.
"Well... that, and..." William's voice cracked.
"Huh." Was all Joey could reply with. He was still confused, and what William had said barely made things clearer.
"Well, I mean... I you want to so badly, why don't you just ask the prince-" William stopped him.
"No, please don't." All Joey could do was nod.
"Well, if it's any consolation, back in Seaquestria, for the few seconds that you were transformed... well... there was a pair of wing's on your back." This seemed to lift William's spirits.
"Well, I'm glad I could enjoy it for all of 6 second's."
"You sure you don't want to ask-"
"No." The both of them chuckled.
"Heh, still hate this world." William cracked a dim smile. Looking up at the sky, he patted his holster, where his sidearm sat.