Daybreak Will Set Us Free
Once upon a time, in a land far away
No, close to home. Too close.
You always argue!
I… I’m sorry. I don’t mean to—
Show some backbone! You always argue,
but you always cave in.
Do you want me to argue?
No, I want you to let me win for once!
Not let me, no, I just want to win.
I don’t know what I want.
You were too close to home,
once upon a time.
In a faraway land—
Right here, with me.
Stop arguing!
I’m not arguing.
I just want you to know where you are.
I don’t recognize this place.
I don’t like it here.
It’s too dark, too cold.
I can’t change the dark,
and for now, I can’t make it warmer,
but I’ve asked for help.
To rid yourself of me?
I don’t want that.
Once upon a time, I did,
and yes, in a place far away,
but not anymore.
That’s not why she’s here.
Then why is she here?
So we can talk.
We need to.
But this is the only way
to talk face to face.
I think it’s the only way we’ll ever
understand each other.
You really think
she can keep us from fighting?
No.
Not at all.
That would be a mistake.
Then what’s the point?
We’ll never agree.
We’ll just keep on like this until one of us
kills the other. She should force us apart.
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You’re afraid
of what I could do to you.
And you’re also afraid
of what you could do to me.
You think you understand me?
I hate you! I hate you!
More than anything,
you drive me to madness,
and in the rare instances of clarity,
I just wish
that I could beat you senseless,
over and over, because if there was ever
a chance
that you’d listen to me
and care how I felt
when I say that
I would praise the heavens
for ridding me of your
detestable corpse!
I
don’t want your grating voice in my ear,
and I would
love
to grind
you
into dust!
For all that you wish she’d listen,
You didn’t hear a word she said.
As if she cares what I say!
More than you know.
Prove it!
My sister helped me to realize
a very important thing:
We are better
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together geth tog her tog herYou… you made me say that!
How did you do it?
I said it too.
Or thought it, at least.
Of course you did!
It’s your vile sentiment!
It is all of ours.
Mine as well.
Not just a sentiment though:
a desperate hope,
something I need,
something to fill a hole in my life.
And something I think you need too.
Why would you think
I
need that? Whatever you
do
you’ll never convince me any sort of
love
will give me or
you
any benefit.
And yet you are curious.
Go ahead.
Ask.
We won't think less of you.
She has been through this too,
and she can tell you
everything you want to know.
Fine.
Why would Nightmare Moon surrender?
She didn’t.
I couldn’t defeat her.
Not on my own.
And even in the end,
that’s not what happened.
We finally agreed.
Agreed what?
That we were not so different.
That we were sisters.
And you were okay with this?
Yes.
I didn’t lose a sister, I gained one.
My true sister learned more
about what she was.
She embraced her whole self,
and so did the Nightmare.
She’s… gone?
In a way, yes.
In a way, both of us are.
But that’s not a bad thing.
We are both better for it.
How? I’ve never seen you do anything bad.
What did she get out of it?
Yes, I keep her baser impulses in check.
But her counsel is valuable.
Without her, I am too cautious.
Without her, I am too naive.
Without her, I am too indecisive.
With her, she realizes ponies need her.
With her, she has friends.
With her, she feels love.
How can that be worth it?
Power gets things done.
Fear makes things happen.
They also make you alone.
And that is the most terrible thing to be.
Take me at my word.
Not only was Nightmare Moon alone
for pushing everypony away,
but my punishment was to be more alone
than anypony ever has been.
I know how terrible it is.
And it is a wonderful thing
to love the ponies under my care.
W-will I die?
No.
It’s like a hug that never ends.
And then I can finally make it warm for you.
Please.
I just want my sister.
I… I am willing to try.
But do not forget me.
I could never forget you.
You are my sister.
And we are yours.
Then what do I have to do?
Just feel.
Nothing more.
We love you very much,
and we hope you can learn to accept that,
perhaps even return it.
Celestia.
Celestia!
Wake up!
Did… did it work?
You would know better than I.
Close your eyes again,
and just like your protegée learned,
feel that spark.
I don’t hear her voice.
You shouldn’t.
It doesn’t work that way.
It’s not just her voice anymore.
Tia, you’re smiling.
I feel warm.
It’s not cold.
It’s not dark.
I feel so warm.
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