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// Epilogue: Memory 
// Story: The Conversion Bureau: Preservation 
// by Westphalian_Musketeer 
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We talked, we discussed, and as vast as the changes that had occurred in my absence had been, when we shared our stories, we realized that we really hadn't become so different. I worked on the archives, and started doing what I could to apply the human sciences to what I know of Equestrian magic. They were sad to hear what had happened to Michael, but moved on. Maybe that's why I wrote this, something to remember by. To thank those who helped me become the way I am today.

"Twilight!" Spike barged through the door to Twilight's study, a scroll wrapped in his tail. "Good news! That volunteer from Earth to help out with the Archives here? They were in Canterlot today! Princess Celestia's sending her and two others by train tomorrow!"

"Two others?" Twilight asked, nearly embedding her quill in the desk as she turned to her adoptive brother. "Did they volunteer  to come over as well?"

Spike shrugged. "Not exactly. It's all in this letter!" He bent his tail over, and Twilight grabbed the scroll from him.

"Thank you, Spike." Twilight unraveled the letter and scanned it quickly. She nodded slowly. One convert from the Human Archives Project, Monica Radrim, was coming to assist in the archives. With her, her uncle, who was acting as a suretor for the good behavior of a convicted... Twilight looked up from the letter. Moisture gathering her eyes. A soldier of the Human Liberation Front who was converted by the Ponification for Earth's Rebirth, she thought.

Twilight looked at her desk. I don't know whether to be angry or pitying of them. She looked back up, mouth closed and eyes determined. Guess I'll just have to listen to his story.

"Hey, Twilight?" Spike asked, stepping towards the desk. "Whatcha working on?"

Twilight turned her head and smiled. "Just doing what I always do." She stepped past Spike and out onto the balcony outside her study. She looked over the Archives, brightly lit and slowly filling with more books over the years. "Remembering, studying, understanding."

"Great! Can I go fly?" Spike asked.

"Certainly."

"Alright!" Spike started running to the balcony edge.

"Outside," Twilight amended, making Spike halt.

"Awww."

Spike went down the balcony, wings drooping, and exited the Archives, leaving Twilight shaking her head. Still as impulsive as ever when he isn't helping me.