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Nai hiruvalye Valimar, nai elye hiruva; namarie!

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This story is a sequel to Who Guards the Guards?


Two sisters, debating what the coming storm will mean for society.

Two more sisters, debating what they can do in the face of it.

One man, reflecting on what he hopes the storm will bring about.

These are their stories.


Continuity: The Song of the Spheres
Branch: The Seekers of the Stars

Chapters (3)
Comments ( 26 )

They are mightier than most, but they are still only human. Whatever may come, I hope it is kinder to them than I fear it will be.

There was a brief pause as their personal plates were put down, and then her sister turned to look out the western window, out at the light of the dying Sun. After a moment's silence, she said, "We look to Rialta that was, to Albion that is, and to Coroin that is to come." Picking up her's and Luna's plates, she said, "May what we eat from these sustain us in body and soul," then picked up their glasses and said, "May what we drink from these renew us in body and soul."

What did she just say?

" Marsine ," Luna murmured, bowing her head.

What does that mean?

Celestia took her time to reply, as she always did. "Starlight Glimmer is almost to the capitol," she answered. "and she doesn't come alone. Two hundred was the last count of her followers, and we don't know how many will join her once she arrives." She bit her finger. "Maybe I should reach out to Shining, not just Signal. A handful of retired Guards are not nothing, but against two hundred or more..."

Just get pinkie pie to blow them up. Make her pretend like it’s a game.

"The school will be safe," Luna reassured her. "Shining will not allow anyone in his city to suffer harm, and if he lacks the numbers to reinforce us, there are still our friends on...the other side."

Who is she talking about?

Celestia furrowed her brow, doubtless thinking of the same thing she was; a small, parchment journal on her desk, one Sunset had entrusted to her while she was stuck in the capitol. She didn't doubt that Celestia had been making use of it, either to discuss the situation or her dreams with Princess Twilight, and though they'd agreed to close the portal out of caution, Twilight had made it abundantly clear that they had but to ask for her help and she would throw it open and come through with the might of Equestria behind her.

That’s what I’m talking about.

Of course, her sister insisted that that was only to be a last resort, but Luna knew that any threat to her students would constitute a last resort. Her sister did nothing half-heartedly, especially not loving and caring; she could wait and watch if you worked against her, but if you threatened, credibly threatened, her students, her children, she would swoop down on you like an avenging angel.

I honestly doubt that.

Luna almost dropped the dish she was washing. "I've never known you to run from someone in need, sister," she replied after the shock wore off. "Nor have I known you to propose something so ill-thought out. If we flee from Starlight, sister, then who will get her under control? How can we ask others to fight her when we aren't willing to do so ourselves? No, she will find us, or at least me, here whether she finds or fails to find approval in Castellot." She frowned. "Why do you ask? Have you--have you had a vision of something happening to us?"

Why does she be looking for them?

"No," Celestia sighed. "I haven't seen anything about us. I'm just...afraid. I'm afraid, Luna, like I haven't been since-since Nightmare Moon."

What happened?

Her sister's hands fell, coming to rest upon her breast. "You're right," she murmured sadly. "It's not like me. I'm sorry, Lulu; I'm...I'm just scared. Scared for us. For you. I-I'm sorry." Then, before she could reply, Celestia walked away at a fast clip, what seemed to be tears in her eyes.

Where were her hands before?

She frowned; something was wrong with her sister, something worse than mere fear. It was almost like she felt...guilty, or ashamed. But of what? Fear was nothing to be ashamed of, only wrongful responses to fear like Nightmare Moon were, and Celestia's fearful proposals just now hadn't been responses, only thoughts, ideas, musings. Like her sister had taught her (hard) after Nightmare Moon, you weren't culpable for your thoughts or emotions, only your choices, and unless Celestia had secretly made travel plans to escape Luna was reasonably sure she hadn't made any choices to be ashamed of here.

What does she mean?

When she was younger, there had been a constant feature in her dreams; a large, silver key, one that could fill the role of any tool. It became a torch in caves, a plate in bakeries, a sword on the battlefield, but its main use was in its base form, as a key, one that could unlock the doors between dreams. She couldn't remember when she'd discovered that, but she made use of her discovery, sharing many nights' worth of dreams with her sister.

A literal key or a metaphorical key?

" Make me a channel of your peace ," she whispered, almost frantically. " Where there is hatred, let me bring your love; where there is injury, your pardon, Lord; and where there's doubt, true faith in...in... " Then, to Luna's shock, she almost threw herself on the ground, faintly whimpering. "I can't do this," she cried. "It's too much for me. Please, Shepherd, take this cup away, let it pass. Please, take this cup away. Please." But then she paused. Eventually, she shook her head. "No," she whispered. "No, it isn't like me to try to put others in harm's way so that I can escape. No, I will not-I will not let them suffer due to my fear. Shepherd, please, take this cup away, unless it must be drunk; then..." Her face fell, though her voice stayed determined. "...then, let it pass to me. Heanmah ."

What the hell is she doing?

"292 bits from inventory to sales," Rarity muttered to herself as she tapped away at the computer. "Cost of goods sold was 161. All of which leaves us with a grand total of... 25,000 for the day, not bad."

They use bits?

"Well," she replied, thoughts turning to the brutal years spent under the unreformed Sunset's heel. "while I may not have appreciated it at the time, some of my earlier high school experiences taught me the value of being able to support a program, not just put on a show. Both the facade and the structure that supports it are vital."

I still don’t know how that happened.

Rarity snorted at the reminder of one of the most common topics of workplace discussion, Starlight Glimmer and her unhinged Unmarked movement. They claimed to be fighting against the elites on behalf of those said elite were oppressing, but her tactics, those few that seemed to be more than empty wishes, advocated simply shifting the burden of oppression from the lower classes to the elite and, especially, the middle class. Too well-off to be counted among her lower class supporters and without the resources the upper classes had to mitigate the impact Starlight's "policies" (if they could even be called such), the middle class, the aspiration of her and her colleagues and the reality of their employer, would be caught in a deadly crossfire, one that several of her coworkers feared might prove fatal to their dreams. An education at Tabitha Germane, a grand tour of the kingdom, a summer house in the North to escape the heat, all might disappear in a flash of Starlight.

What does all that mean?

"I'm not!" she squeaked defensively, immediately stretching out her arms as if to belie her words. "I really am happy to see you, and not just because another round of nasty letters came by and I was scared I wouldn't see you again!" Gasping, she covered her mouth, too late.

Why would she get nasty letters?

Rarity nodded in thanks, then walked over to look at the latest correspondence from her 'admirers,' those in the area who knew her, or at least her reputation, and were enthralled by Starlight Glimmer's populist folly. There were three this time, all doubtlessly anonymous, none of the 'bold revolutionaries' who opposed her possessing the bravery to stand up to her without either overwhelming numbers or the shield of secrecy. She shuddered at the thought of Starlight's arrival emboldening them, giving them the courage to attack her openly, breaking down her apartment door while poor Sweetie could only watch and scream...

Don’t you have magic?

"You'll find no objection from me, darling," Rarity nodded as she opened the second message. Another fairly standard threat, though the crude drawing of her being burned at the stake was an interesting touch, unrealistic though it may have been; the historical method of executing magical prisoners was by beheading, with the instrument of execution for some reason being specified as a sword made of iron. Why steel or bronze wouldn't suffice, her research had been unable to say.

That’s what she’s worried about? Also, they know she has magic?

Hello, pony girl; enjoying using your magic to look at your big, empty head? Those diamonds must be great mirrors, though I'm not sure what other uses they have. How poetic; your magic's all about looking good while being useless, just like you are. Of course, you're not going even going to be good at that by the time Starlight's through with you. I bet you're going to be glad when she forces you to give up your magic; you won't be able to stand looking at yourself in a mirror.

Useless? I’m sorry, how many times have they saved the world? I lost count after three.

But don't worry; when you're gone, I'll take good care of your sister for you. For as long as you're away, I'll care for her like she's mine, though it won't be easy; reports of you or your friends doing stupid things, like fighting Starlight, might distract me, or even make me forget that I'm supposed to take care of her. We don't want that, do we? No, we want the best for her, the best life she can live. When Starlight comes to power and takes you away, I'll make sure to give her that, provided you don't make me forget. I might even be able to teach her how to be a real businesswoman, wouldn't that be something? I could teach her how to use that beautiful voice of her's to get anything she wants.

Ok, now they’re threatening to take away your sister. Time to do some training.

No greater love might there be , she thought as she gently rocked her sister, than to lay down one's life for a friend, but barely less is the love you're showing me, sweetness. I might be willing to lay down my life for you, but your willingness to let me go and lay that life down is little less impressive.

What does that mean?

Fresh tears sprang up as she remembered this old game of their's, one they hadn't played in far too long. She didn't know when they'd get to play it again; Starlight's arrival might herald the revolution she said it did, or the Unmarked might peter out, along with the courage of those who'd written her such lovely notes as the one driving her to send her sister away.

Peter out?

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They use bits?

Yep. Wrote about it on a blog post here.

I still don’t know how that happened.

How what happened? Sunset's rise to power?

What does all that mean?

Starlight's proposed policies would hurt the middle class, the class Rarity and her coworkers aspire to be. Under her, they would be pushed back down the economic pyramid, with their various goals being torn away from them by Starlight's policies (for example, savings intended for a summer house being drained by new taxes).

Why would she get nasty letters?
Also, they know she has magic?

She cultivates the image of the cultured, upper class woman. Combine that with her magic (which is known about only through rumor, at the moment) and she is basically the ideal target of the Unmarked, a militant movement with their fair share of supporters in the area.

Don’t you have magic?

Against the horde she fears Starlight's supporters to number, even her magic may not be enough.

That’s what she’s worried about?

Oh, no, she's terrified at the thought of being executed; she just knows that simply shaking in terror does no good, she needs to work to prevent what she fears from coming to pass. The detail about how magic-users were typically executed was just a bit of gallows humor on her part.

Useless? I’m sorry, how many times have they saved the world? I lost count after three.

We know that they've saved the world multiple times, yes, but the other characters don't know all the details. (Sunset, Celestia, and Luna have been able to keep a fairly good lid on news of just what Canterlot High has gone through since the Fall Formal, allowing the outside world to remain ignorant of just how close it's come to destruction over the years.) Even if they did, it's unclear exactly how important Rarity was to those times they saved it; it's a team effort, making tracking each individual's contribution more difficult.

Ok, now they’re threatening to take away your sister. Time to do some training.

Indeed. Threaten Rarity and she'll try to resolve it peacefully; threaten Sweetie Belle and she'll tear you to shreds.

What does that mean?

"No one has greater love than this, to lay down one's life for one's friends." (John 15:13) The greatest kind of love is the love that drives one to sacrifice for the one they love, even to the point of death. This kind of love, the love that makes the life of the other worth more than one's own life, is undoubtedly the greatest of loves, surpassing even romantic or familial love. But the love that allows you to accept the other's will even when it hurts you, putting the good of the other ahead of the harm caused to the self, as shown in Sweetie Belle allowing Rarity to stay and possibly die, is little less great.

Peter out?

Fade away, basically.

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Fateful words, my friend. Fateful, and sadly fitting.

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What did she just say?

A prayer before dinner.

What does that mean?

So be it, basically the equivalent of "Amen."

Just get pinkie pie to blow them up. Make her pretend like it’s a game.

She would be one girl against at least two hundred fired-up revolutionaries. Even more than odds, though, the greatest problem is one of doubt; it isn't known for certain that the Unmarked will prove violent, or that they'll do anything more than property damage even if they are. Until they actually act violently or directly and clearly incite violence, the law requires them to be treated as any other political group would be, and heavy force is not a proportionate response to a political demonstration. If Pinkie were to use her magic on them, she would effectively be opening fire on civilians, something neither the courts nor she herself would look kindly on. Even if things do turn violent, lethal force is only considered legally permissible in Homestria if deadly harm is reasonably expectable, so Pinkie would basically have to wait for the Unmarked to clearly show that they mean to do more than simply throw rocks or jump on cars before she could use lethal force, and the unstable nature of her powers means that what she thinks isn't lethal force could turn out to be. This forces her to restrain herself as much as possible, in order to avoid taking unnecessary lives (the very thing she is trying to prevent in the first place). Basically, Starlight's plans hinge on plausible deniability; so long as there is reasonable doubt with regards to whether or not the Unmarked actually mean to cause physical, deadly harm, the authority's response to her is going to be limited in order to avoid lawsuits regarding excessive use of force. Legally speaking, until they prove themselves criminals, Starlight and her Unmarked possess the same rights as other Homestrian citizens, namely the right to life and security, and excessive use of force against them would deprive them of that right. And that right is a universal human right, only waived when it infringes on another human's reasonable exercise of the same right, making the choice for Pinkie to pull the trigger even harder. These aren't faceless monsters they're fighting; they're people, fellow Homestrian citizens. They're people who could have been Pinkie's neighbors; would you be able to pull the trigger because you thought your neighbor might do something to hurt you, possibly seriously?

I honestly doubt that.

Yeah, she would probably move a bit slower than that. :twilightsheepish: You would earn her ire, though, and when she finally struck she would need to strike no more.

Why does she be looking for them?

It's not necessarily that she's explicitly looking for them, it's that she'll find them opposing her when she arrives. She's coming to the capitol, and she'll find them there, whether or not she was looking for them in the first place.

What happened?

That is a story for another day.

Where were her hands before?

Nowhere specific.

What does she mean?

About what?

A literal key or a metaphorical key?

Literal, though the nature of the dream-world makes it a bit of both.

What is she doing?

Praying.

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Jeez, is the law that difficult?

Really?

About everything.

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So they don’t use regular money?

Yes.

Wow, that’s a lot. Does starlight know that?

What does starlight’s supporters have that can hurt her?

Ohh. I was really questioning her priorities for a few minutes. Also, you’re telling me she can get executed for having magic?

Apparently they didn’t do a good job.

Wow. That’s a lot of different types of love.

Ohh. I have never heard that phrase before.

Starlight's due to reach the capitol in the next few days, and some of us are planning to meet her, let her know that her ideas don't just have enemies among the elite.

Ah, but that's the beauty of it. If you oppose her, then clearly you are part of the elite, whether you think of yourself as such or not. This counterprotest probably won't end well.

I am surprised that Rarity and Sweetie aren't living with their parents. There may be a story there.

"I don't care if I have to finger-paint with that blood," Sweetie Belle snapped. "I'm not leaving you to die!"

I don't know what Rarity's talking about. That's actually a fantastic line.

I get the sense that every chapter of this one will end in tears. Though our last focus will be alone... Well, we'll see what happens. Brilliant work in ramping up the tension.

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So they don’t use regular money?

The bit is regular money for them, just like the euro is for citizens of the European Union and the yen is for the Japanese.

Wow, that’s a lot. Does starlight know that?

Maybe, maybe not; it's a bit unclear whether she's malicious or simply ignorant.

What does starlight’s supporters have that can hurt her?

Hands, feet, knives, rocks, pieces of pipe, the usual arsenal of urban revolutionaries basically.

Also, you’re telling me she can get executed for having magic?

She's afraid she might if Starlight comes to power. Whether that's actually true or not is almost beside the point, the point is that it's a possibility at all.

Apparently they didn’t do a good job.

Even the best net lets some fish through, sadly. They did well, but this seems to have been too big for them.

Wow. That’s a lot of different types of love.

Yep.

Ohh. I have never heard that phrase before.

Yeah, it seems to be a bit obscure.

Regarding Sunset's rise to power, it's a bit complicated, but the gist is that she worked her way into the Wondercolts' lives before manipulating them into behaving as she wished, namely breaking up friendships to preempt rebellions against her (and stop it from hurting whenever she saw someone laughing with their friends and she couldn't remember the last time she did). She did allow them to form groups, though, primarily for ease of administration (it's easier to give a command to the Eco-kids group as opposed to Fluttershy, Sandalwood, etc.) and providing her cover from Celestia or Luna investigating (she's not breaking up friendships, if she was why would she be helping keep the groups together?).

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So starlight’s supporters are actually a threat?

I don’t think I get it.

His lamp shone out into the darkness surrounding the inn and the camp that surrounded it in turn, a warren of tents and spent fires where the majority of the Unmarked slept. He smiled gently as he recalled his ignorance earlier, when he'd proposed they push on until they managed to find somewhere with enough rooms for all of them. It was unequal for only some to be allowed to sleep on soft beds, after all. Starlight had quickly shown him the error of his ways, pointing out that viewing soft beds as superior to sleeping bags was the real inequality, and he'd recanted. In a bid at humor, he'd even offered to demonstrate what Starlight had said to the other Unmarked, sleeping out in the camp while she used one of the rooms they'd managed to secure. She'd accepted, and he'd followed through, even though it had been a joke. Humor was serious, after all.

At this point, do they even know what’s equal and unequal?

Besides, he thought as he nodded to Minty, settling down to sleep, he liked taking watch, working for the others. Whether that meant standing guard through the night, sewing up a torn sleeping bag, or comforting poor Party Favor after his ingrained hierarchicality reared its head, he enjoyed helping others, though he was careful to avoid favoring any one of them too much; to love one too much was to hate the others, as Starlight would say.

I’m sorry, what? Since when?

He'd been brought back to life by equalism, and from that day on had done his best to pay back that debt. He'd given himself entirely to equalism, holding nothing back, and delightfully found himself with more than he'd given away in the first place. He'd emptied himself for equalism, and equalism had filled him back up until he overflowed. He was always at peace, because what was war but peace by other methods? He was always free, because what was slavery but the freedom to choose the choices another did? He was always wise, because what was ignorance but wisdom of what isn't? All opposition is merely superficial; lies are simply truths about things that aren't real, hate is love of what someone or something isn't, and inferiority is superiority when looked at in reverse. In the light of equalism, the truth became clear; all were equal.

What is he talking about?

He sucked in a breath; thinking about the grandness of equalism sent chills down his spine, chills that were equal to the warmth he felt in his stomach whenever he helped another. What was cold but a low heat, after all, or what was heat but a low cold? Nothing. Fire was ice, ignorance was wisdom, slavery was freedom, war was peace.

What?

He sighed in awe; equalism was wonderful. He couldn't wait to show the elite its light, to destroy the hierarchicality that oppressed so many Homestrians. Some of those with him didn't, he knew, though he didn't hold it against them; it was difficult for a hierarchically-trained brain to think equalistically, and his love for the elite required a firm grasp of equalist thought in order to understand. Some thought they didn't love the elite for economic reasons, or social ones, or for their failure to properly restrain magic, the apex of hierarchicality. Double Diamond knew better, though; he hated the elite, just as the others did. And hate was love, so that meant he loved them, just as he loved the Unmarked. His march on the capitol was a labor of love, not, like the elite tried to make it out to be, of hate.

What is starlight teaching them?

He thought (not dreamt; dreaming was a hierarchical attempt to impose inequality even on thoughts, a devious plan) of what might happen once the light of equalism was unveiled. He and Starlight had discussed it somewhat, though she was more equal in her judgements of whether or not their mission would resolve equitably (not succeed; success was an attempt to impose inequality on outcomes of events). She said he put too much faith in the elite's ability to see the truth, which was probably true: she had a more equal sense of things like that than he did, refusing to treat the ability of hierarchicality to maintain its grip on people's minds as lightly (and thus unequally) as he did.

But, wouldn’t putting fate in starlight also count as inequality?

But those who managed to shake off the shackles of hierarchicality would be welcomed as equals, and any unequal possessions of their's put to use ensuring equal property for the others. After, of course, being put to use spreading equalism; the revolution was not free, after all, and saying that one would rather enhance the living standards of those already practicing equalism than help others begin to practice it was hierarchicality, an attempt to introduce an inequality between equalists and non-equalists. Starlight had theorized otherwise before, but eventually she declared that expansion was more equalist than stagnation was, and records of those other theories were destroyed to preserve unity. They wouldn't need those possessions, though; Double Diamond could carry all of his possessions on his back, and he was the most content Man in the world, just like all the Unmarked.

Unequal possessions like what?

If he learned that they were trying to keep those barriers up, though, if they were trying to maintain or institute inequality, he would oblige them, and they would find themselves faced not with Double Diamond the equal but Double Diamond, Director of Security. None of the Unmarked, no matter how deeply hierarchicality might be ingrained in them, wished to face that. Some nights, Party Favor confessed, he had nightmares about what would happen if he faced that. And well he might have; Starlight had given him authority to take whatever measures he thought necessary as security director, authority that he'd used sparingly over the years. He hadn't needed to use it much; after a night without food or water, even the highest of horses felt equal to others.

Is he that much of a threat?

He'd had to exercise it more thoroughly on their newest guest, though; a magic-user deeply rooted in hierarchicality, she seemed determined to defy the truth no matter what it cost her.

Who?

Being the Director of Security means that Double Diamond is privileged to know more of equalism, in order that his knowledge might be equal to his task. And one of the secrets entrusted to him is the Secret of False Opposition, the revelation that all seeming opposites are actually the same, simply reached by a different method.

What does that mean?

Thus, when asked what he did inside that soundproof tent, he can truthfully answer that he loved their guest, and inflicted healing on her using right, just methods. She was so happy, he could say, she said she felt like she was in Paradise. And it would be true.

As true as equalism.

If the rainbooms don’t put these unmarked followers in a bodybag, then this might happen to them.

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At this point, do they even know what’s equal and unequal?
I’m sorry, what? Since when?
What is he talking about?
What?
What is starlight teaching them?
But, wouldn’t putting fate in starlight also count as inequality?
Unequal possessions like what?
What does that mean?

Questions like these are the whole point of this interlude; equalism seems smart and complex on the surface, but beneath that it spirals into meaninglessness and contradiction. The only consistency in equalism is doing whatever Big Sister Starlight says; anything else is simply justification for whatever whim she wants obeyed now.

Is he that much of a threat?

He's blindingly loyal, willing to do whatever Starlight asks him to regardless of morality or ethicality, and empowered so that he's able to do that. He is a very dangerous Man, almost as dangerous as his master.

Who?

We shall have to see. :trixieshiftleft:

If the Rainbooms don’t put these unmarked followers in a bodybag, then this might happen to them.

Not if they stay loyal to equalism. Equalism that changes from one day to the next, the only consistency being the person deciding how it changes...

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And they don’t realize that?

Wouldn’t that also get him blindly hurt or killed if he runs into someone that can handle themselves?

We will?

But they aren’t gonna stay loyal to the equalism because everything they’re saying is complete nonsense.

That last letter is fifty shades of fyayed up.

What the actual FUCK. This is a hundred times worse than the show version. This is beyond messed up on so many levels.

Fire was ice, ignorance was wisdom, slavery was freedom, war was peace.

So either Orwell doesn’t exist in this world, or he never wrote 1984. Either works; it’s clear that the historical circumstances that led to the novel don’t hold here.

In any case, truly disturbing stuff in its utter, unflinching madness. And I do have to wonder just who the captive is, poor thing. This coming tide will not be satisfied with mere political demonstration. We’ll see just what comes of it all. Pinkie’s stigmata still lingers in my mind...

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And they don’t realize that?
But they aren’t gonna stay loyal to the equalism because everything they’re saying is complete nonsense.

This is advanced equalism, upper-level thought that most Unmarked will never encounter. Most of them only know equalism as "everyone should be equal," which is just how Starlight planned it; have a popular message for the masses and a dense, confusing advanced level of thought in order to give the appearance of depth and complexity.

Wouldn’t that also get him blindly hurt or killed if he runs into someone that can handle themselves?

He can handle himself as well.

We will?

Yes, and soon.

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What the actual YAY. This is a hundred times worse than the show version. This is beyond messed up on so many levels.

It is, indeed. And it's on a collision course with the capitol.

...

Drums.

Drums in the deep.

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Are they that stupid?

That may be true, but it depends on a lot of things.

How soon?

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No Orwell expy, correct. And such a shame; like you said, it's not just that equalism is oppressive, it's that it's insane, riddled with doublethink and blind spots. She's managed to weaponize illogic, trapping her followers in a universe where the only law is her decrees. Ice is fire, hate is love, lies are truth, war is peace, wrong is right, and equalism is wonderful.

As for the poor captive, we shall have to see who they are, and just what manner of healing the Unmarked has inflicted on her.

Hopefully, Rarity and the others aren't caught in the coming tide; as you said, it's pretty clear they're not just interested in political demonstration. And Pinkie's stigmata (yay, someone got the reference!) indicates that whatever else they're interested in stands a good chance of going very, very badly for the Rainbooms.

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Are they that stupid?

Not stupid, simply ignorant. And the threat of Double Diamond cracking down on those who try to analyze equalism through too hierarchical a lens (and keep in mind, Starlight can easily declare whether something's too hierarchical or not) gives them an incentive to keep it that way (along with their bones' solidity).

That may be true, but it depends on a lot of things.

As does his opponents' ability to defeat him. The point is, he may be blindingly loyal but that doesn't mean he's incompetent in how he fulfills that loyalty.

How soon?

Hopefully next story, or the one after that.

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And they never stood up against them?

What do you mean?

Oh ok.

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And they never stood up against them?

The siren-song of "Everyone should be equal" held most of the Unmarked, and those few who stood up to Starlight were quickly crushed. By the time of the story, the majority of the Unmarked stood behind Starlight, either due to persuasion or fear.

What do you mean?

Double Diamond might be loyal to Starlight past the point of stupidity, but he isn't stupid in his actions as Director of Security. He's a dangerous Man with some blind spots as opposed to an all-around fool.

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Ok, I guess that makes sense.

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