“Oh Tia.” He whispered, setting his paw against the portion of the warm plastic screen that showed the cheek of a white alicorn.
“Why did you have to be so easy? Why didn’t you put up a fight?” He pondered, sounding regretful, disappointed.
The image shifted ever so slightly, the only way of knowing that it was a live feed and not a picture. The pony of the sun sat on a patch of faded green grass under a tree in some long forgotten park, outside of a city whose population had declined to the point that few would need the park, much less visit it and disturb her rest. Another tear tracked down her greyed cheek and landed among the blades of grass while Discord watched.
“You didn’t give her much of a chance to fight, not with her morals.” His voice echoed from another body standing in the shadows.
“Morals, morals! Why do they, you, all insist on clinging to them when they only serve to decay this world into an even more pathetic doldrum of perpetual repetition? The bad guy does something bad, the good guy does something good, it’s so...” Discord paused, and the other occupant of the room finished his rant.
“Predictable.” John de Lancie stepped from the shadows to stand next to the draconequus. “You hate how they never deviate from their character, yet you pen them into situations in which they have to rely on their past in order to persevere.” He looked at the monitor and chuckled. “You act as though you are disappointed, but you have exactly what you wanted, don’t you?”
“Yes, but what fun is there in making sense? I don’t really want anything.” Discord mumbled, turning to another computer screen, on which a playlist of music is pulled up.
“What is all that about?” John asked curiously, not having heard any music playing.
“Just a thought, we will see if it plays itself out. For now though, I do think I owe a client of mine a visit. Tata for now.” With a snap of his fingers, the force of nature was gone.
John stood still for a moment before turning and making his way into another room of the complex, in which a table held a cage, and in one cage sat a very angry looking rabbit.
The human took a seat on a folding chair next to the cage, pondering the doorway he just came through. “I think I might finally have a step up on him,” he says after a moment, the rabbit perking up immediately.
The white captive chittered a few times but John just held up a hand. “I can’t understand you, and you know it. I’m sorry, but this is one way communication. Regardless, he has given me a single wish to fulfill to the best of his ability, and I think I’ve finally found a way to have him grant it to me trouble free, and use it to fix all this. But it depends on my appearance as an ally of his remaining until the very end. I’ll help you, and your wife.”
The rabbit sighed and hung his head, before holding out a paw. John shook it with a chuckle.
“Hopefully by the end of all this, I’m not one of the bad guys.”