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// 20. I'd say I was sorry, Sunspot (journcy) 
// Story: Dream A Little Dream Of Me 
// by horizon 
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Hotspur

I’d say I was sorry, Sunspot,
if we didn’t both know that wasn’t true.

I couldn’t let you send
Myinnkyun into the jungle
to drown amongst the vines
as surely as it would
the waves.

My job is still my job
and that’s saving ponies.
Being a nightmare doesn’t 
mean anything more
or anything less
than that.

So, Sunspot:
I’ve checked you off my list.
Sleep deeply and
never wake
you cur.

As for you,
Shooting Star,
I did not appreciate
the way you spoke to a friend
who just happened
to be following
orders.

I’m sure you can respect that.
(Surprised? I don't blame you.)

And what
did you say to
our good friend Peridot
to make her keel over like that
just as the sun rose
over the bay?
I can’t possibly
imagine.

She died happy, though.
(You're probably wondering how I know
you were on the docks that night.
I have Tommyrum to thank for that one,
the old bastard.)

Littlemoth,
you're doing something terrible,
and you're doing what we all should've 
been doing here in Myinnkyun
from the very beginning.
Befriending
a Mooken.

I do not envy you
the responsibility of protecting
a traitor to one race
and a monster
to another.

Tell Palei Hantu
I wish her the best of luck,
and get the hell off this island.
Even the Nocturnes
won’t protect
a minotaur.

Which reminds me,
Dawn Patrol. While I admire
your commitment to us Nocturnes,
turning away the trade ships struck 
further hysteria in a community
already filled to the brim with
distrust and
fear.

They have to know eventually.
(The sooner the better;
after all, we wouldn’t want
to look 
like we were
keeping
secrets.)

Finally
Nostalgia
sweet dreams
and thank you
for waking me
in service of
this lonely
isle

(Spin your history
web-spinner
and may you
recall
my
words
when
you
wake