“Nope. Sunset’s dead.” Shimmer said, the smallest amount of sadness in her voice. “The stress of her situation got to her and she slit her own wrists.” Shimmer raised a hand and trailed a fingertip down her left arm, from the wrist to the elbow.
“You never answered back, her friends ditched her at her lowest point, and it’s not like she could go back to Equestria. Not with her fear of Celestia still there. The name’s Shimmer, by the way.”
Midnight winced. She could be seen to physically recoil at the thought of Sunset’s actions. She even looked at her own covered wrists in gut reaction to the idea. She felt a hollow ringing in her chest. While it should be another etch mark on the tally of versions of her friends she knew who had died in horrible ways in these alternate universes she visited it somehow hit her harder than she would have expected.
“…Shimmer,” she repeated. “I suppose the Sunset part of that equation doesn’t rise again then, does it?” she managed sadly.
Her powers actually drained, the magic in her hair and the manifestation of her horn disappearing. Her hair went flat and her wings faded. She appeared like an ordinary young woman now. Perhaps it was just the knowledge dropping her energy levels for the time being. What point was there pretending she was high and mighty. She couldn’t even protect Sunset from feeling lonely.
“For what it’s worth, Shimmer. I’m sorry. I failed my other friends too. Not just Sunset. I hope she would know it was nothing personal. Her Twilight Sparkle was just a failure. If there’s anything I can do to help you out, let me know.”
She swiped away a tear from her left eye.
“Well, there’s nothing you can do!” She spat, shooting up from her spot to stomp over at Midnight. “There’s is NOTHING you can do to make this better! You have NO idea of the shit she had to go through! All the insults, the tears, the pain! The students would even physically attack her! Your friendship lessons didn’t seem to do shit for my sister!” She fumed.
“All she wanted was a little reassurance, a little hope that everything would be ok again, and the ONE PONY that she thought she could count on never fucking answered!”
She got down close and whispered, “So how about a little taste of what she went through?” And with that, magic flowing through her hands, she shot out and grasped her Midnight’s temples, letting the memories, the pain, the tears, everything flow into the queens mind, right down to Sunset’s death.
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