"WHY!?" The orange pegasus yelled as she was finally put down by the larger blue-maned pony, resting just outside the open basement and sitting down on the grass cliff (well, one was sitting, the other was too mad to even stay still), the larger pegasus listened intently at the rant the other pony was about to commence from her lips.
"Why, for all the evil that exists in...Tartarus, is...that thing doing here?" She yelled, ranted, hated as she skulked back and forth on the grassy rocks. "And what did you mean 'I had to meet'? Do you expect me to just...sit down and have a nice cup of tea with her like we were good friends? Is that what you had wanted?"
Soarin, who had remained quite and unreadable since he was back outside, decided now was the right time to speak up. "I thought now was as good a time as ever." He replied rather non-nonchalantly. "You needed to find out sooner or later. And this seemed the best opportunity."
"At what point does that make it OK for her to be here?" Scootaloo snapped back, her voice now more quiet and at an almost normal tone, but the venom still lingered in her words. "I didn't want to meet her. I didn't want to hear her. I didn't even want to know if she's still alive. And now you bring up the fact that your keeping her alive. Why?"
"Because." He simply replied back.
"Because?" Scootaloo repeated.
"Because. I needed to keep her alive."
"Why?" Scootaloo yelled, getting restless.
"Because she would benefit is in our eradication of the factory's; what with her extensive knowledge of what and where important data would be in the industrial building." He stated, rather thoughtfully, as a reply.
After a few seconds of thinking it over, Scootaloo said "That's it. That's it! You brought her here just because you thought she would help you! Just..." She lingered slightly, until it restarted in a more calmer tone. "How? How are you even so sure she would help you?"
Closing his eyes and breathing heavily, not making any of noise, Soarin, opened them again to look across the and stared, if few a few seconds, at the basement door, and them turned his head back around to meet the gaze of the pegasus. He then, to her surprise, started to learn forward, inch by inch, until he was a few inches close to her face.
And then he smiled.
"Because, I can tell you right now, that with complete confidence, she has now defected to our side." He then leaned his back to its original position. "And I don't take trusting ponies lightly."
This, however, only spurred Scootaloo's hate bigger. She scowled, glaring at the larger pony. "What does that even mean!? Just...what is going on inside your head? How in Equestria are you able to think that she is on are side know. Did you say something to her that just made her think she's on the wrong side now. Is that how it worked?"
"That's exactly how it worked." He stated quickly back to her (with a hidden smirk).
"Are you serious?" She said in disbelief.
"Very. Now, I hope you've stopped yelling and we can move on. There's other stuff on the agenda that we need to attend to, things more ." Soarin said as he stood up and walked away; if only for a few seconds until a he realized he was walking alone.
"I'm not going to just forget about this." She spoke in a slow, low tone. "This isn't something anypony can forget in an instant."
He frowned. Though he kinda knew this was an inevitable sentence since he first brought her down the basement.
"I know." He sighed out. "But I promise you, in due time, you will find out why." Turning around, he urged her to follow him back to the burnt remnants of his own home.
"I don't know how I can deal with all this. My life is Tartarus as it is." Scootaloo murmured, with Soarin waiting patiently forward of her.
"You can get over this." The older pony spoke up. "You will find a way over this. You're doing fine as it is know. Actually I think you are handling this better than a normal pony probably should." He spoke comfortably. "I do not believe many other pony's can go through what you have gone and come not even a little bit broken. I think you should take a little pride."
And as strange as it may be, it actually did help the young pegasus. If only a little. Taking the new resolve, she got up from her seat and walked towards the blue equine, as he walked alongside her when she caught up, neither of them spoke any other words to each other; there wasn't any words left to speak to them. As they walked away, Scootaloo stopped and took one last look at the door of the basement. She was indeed going to find her answers soon. But not know.
She had been through too much for the past few, well hours really. She needed some time to breathe, or at least this is what Soarin was thinking.
Scootaloo. Soarin thought. I hope that you will one day forgive her. You are the only one who is able to help her now. It's too late for anypony else.