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// Lemon Demos 
// Story: Book 1 - The Behemoth came to Canterlot 
// by Equimorto 
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Sunset and Pinkie sat on their seats, watching the city roll past them outside the train. They were still waiting to hear back from Twilight about who was in the apartment they were going to, and in the meantime Sunset was looking at the maps and figuring out how to get there from the train station. If any smooth talking would be needed to get in, the plan was to let Pinkie handle that.
Though the girl had taken on some weird habits. Nothing weirder than her regular, truly, but weird in the way it was different, and consistent. She'd been at it for a while and she only kept going. It was rather hard to accept that she could really change like that, and Sunset still saw it as one of her oddities, just stretched out over time. It was hard to say what was really the case though.
There was a weird throbbing at the back of Sunset's head. Like something vibrating there. It was not too different from the kind of twitching she sometimes had in her eyelids, only more intense and over a wider area. It wasn't even anything she was touching though, there was nothing there. She occasionally placed a hand there, but it seemed to do little to keep it from continuing, and she couldn't actually feel it with her hand itself. Maybe because of the hair, or maybe it really was just a sensation without physical cause. Sometimes it waned and she forgot about it, then without realising it had come back she'd feel it there again a while later.
There were few others nearby, and none sitting particularly close to the girls. That meant they could talk to each other without whispering, without having to worry about being heard. The train's low buzzing would cover their voices past the edge of their seat. Despite that, they didn't take much advantage of the conditions, rarely talking with each other during the trip. There wasn't much to say though. Eventually, it was Pinkie who broke the silence. "Do you think it's morally right to kill a person to save thousands?"
Sunset looked at her. She was wearing black stockings rising up from a pair of short and equally black boots, the same colour as the rest of her clothes. Said clothes were a frilly, puffy skirt that reached to her knees, and a blouse that went almost to her elbows. She had her hair done straight, long down her back, and make-up on her face in black and purple. She also had a bracelet that looked like it was made from barbed wire, and Sunset wasn't sure if it just looked like it or if it actually was. "I guess it depends on the circumstances."
Pinkie raised an eyebrow. Sunset continued, "It depends on how you define morality in the first place. It depends on whether or not there's another way. It depends on why the death has those consequences. It's complicated. A lot."