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// Secrets 
// Story: Book 1 - The Behemoth came to Canterlot 
// by Equimorto 
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"I've been wondering," the mare in the dark room said. "If I hurt myself, would that hurt you too? If I cut myself, would you bleed? Can you live if I die?"
The other mare looked at her. "I've been wondering too. What about the opposite? If I hurt myself, will you be hurt too? And if I hurt you, will I hurt myself? And if I am not hurt, will you be safe too?"
"Well, we both are here," the mare said. "Why don't we test this out? We won't get a better chance to directly see the results."
"Why risk it?" asked the other mare. "What's the point? Do you think hurting both of us is worth satisfying our curiosity?"
"It's just a little pain, and we're not even sure it'll be there. What's so bad about it? Are you scared? We'll be through it together. I can start by hurting myself if that's what you want."
"No. I don't want to hurt and I don't want you to hurt either. I'm fine not knowing. I'm fine never finding out, because it might mean neither of us ever gets hurt."
"Coward."
"Why do you want to suffer? Do you think you deserve it?"
"I think you deserve it. I never wanted to suffer, but I already did. You left me here and you'll leave me here again. I never asked for any of this, and yet I had to go through all this pain. Now I want you to share in it. We are one, and we'll be the same."
"Maybe we're not the same. Maybe we were, at some point, but that's not enough. Your life was different. We're not the same anymore."
"Then let's end this. What point have I to exist if I'm the wrong one? But you won't do it. You're a coward. You don't want to be me, but you don't have the courage to get rid of me. So I'm left here. Alone. So you don't have my blood on your hooves."
"What am I supposed to do?"
"Make a choice. Let me out or get rid of me. I'm tired of this silence. I'm tired of not knowing what I am."
There was silence for a bit. One mare looked down, the other looked at her. "What if there was a way?"
"What way?"
"A way to let you out that isn't me."
The mare looked at her. "I know what you're thinking. We don't know if it would work."
"It's worth a try."
"Are you willing to? You'll need to put me in charge for it. What makes you think I would play along and go through with it? What makes you think I wouldn't just lock you here if you let me out for a bit?"
"Because you're too much like me to do that. You wouldn't want to be with me otherwise."
"You don't know that."
"I know you better than anypony else."
Then there was silence again.