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Sweetie Belle looked at the crowd of ponies, regret and pain flashing through her soul and her heart. Her mind was bitter, her face tarnished with grief where there was normally the youthful, cute happiness that everypony, and especially her fellow adventurers, cherished. She moved her eyes over the crowd, taking in all the details of the terrible scene that took place in front of her, as if she were searching for one thing that would lift her heavy heart, but truth be told, she did not really have hope to find such. These ponies were fighting, they were trapped in their discontent and resentment for each other; if it was hatred and damnation as well, Sweetie Belle could not say, but in her heart, she feared the worst.
"There is no love here anymore." She turned around at her escort and her eyes filled with tears. "Love is the first thing that dies when life itself is dying." She sniffed, a short requiem for a world that was about to fall.
"Why did you do it? Why did you have to?" Questions asked that had been asked before and yet there was no answer. Only guilty faces that looked back at her.
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