It was a simple dynamic. Simple enough that it didn't require any questions, only the unspoken agreement to remain silent. It only required Twilight broken into pieces, so she could never put herself back together again.

Trapped on the other side of the mirror, Twilight Sparkle has to adapt to a world without magic. Given the circumstances, that is the least of her worries.

It'll get better. Yes, it would. Twilight knew that, she always did, always had hope. But she also knew it won't be today, or anytime soon.

A witch and a succubus share the same wish: find freedom. One just wants to follow her own rules, the other is barely learning what it really means to be free.