The Journal of Twilight Sparkle – 5th December 1007
She came back…
She offered me an ultimatum; her or me.
What was I supposed to say to that?
The whole reason I started testing on myself was so I would never have to see her writhe in pain; to see her suffer as I looked on helpless… I explained this to her and she simply repeated her ultimatum.
I… I wouldn’t test on her. I turned down her ultimatum; no matter how much it may have hurt me to know that I was shutting her out once and for all, to see her in agony… to see my spell reach failure on her… I will suffer so that she does not.
But… for all the sadness that decision may have brought me… her emotions were tested too. She wanted me to stop… telling me that if I was going to keep testing on myself that I should stop altogether. She told me that the world could live without her – a single pegasus in a billion – a lot easier than it could me.
How could I have reassured her?
I couldn’t… that’s the simple truth of the matter. She was crying on my library floor and the only way to stop her would have been to tell her the impossible… to tell her that I would stop, that I would burn the books, the notes, this diary.
Those words exactly, in fact…
I made a promise to her, that I would stop the experiment: that I would wrap the book in a cloth and throw it into a fire, forget that it had ever existed…
The cloth is next to me now. The grate is mere feet away. Temptation is in front of me.
She isn’t crying on the library floor anymore… she’s snivelling in my bed, trying to keep her sobs down… to hide from me how much I was scaring her.
I should comfort her.
Goodbye.
Twilight Sparkle