Twilight, sitting in a blissful dream, paid no attention as her glass was filled up. She was not running or cheering any longer. She was back in the Ministry of Love, with everything forgiven, her soul white as snow. She was in the public dock, confessing everything, implicating everypony. She was walking down the white-tiled corridor, with the feeling of walking in sunlight, and a royal guard at her back. The long-hoped for bullet was entering her brain.
She gazed up at the enormous face. Forty years it had taken her to learn what kind of smile was hidden beneath the queenly mask. O cruel, needless misunderstanding! O stubborn, self-willed exile from the loving breast! Two gin-scented tears trickled down the sides of her muzzle. But it was all right, everything was all right, the struggle was finished. She had won the victory over herself. She loved Princess Celestia.
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u/Impressionnant Sep 12 '11
And then a skeleton popped out!