We Found Your Hat

-In the present-

Even though I'm no longer mortal, I'm still drawn by the bit in my mouth. Regardless, I will protect the princess. From myself? Hahah! This instance may be more literal than usual, but I suppose it has always been that way.

God, I'm not the solution. Why do You have me here? No, wrong question. What do You want me to do while I'm here? I could leave, but I feel like I should be here. Obviously, You intend something much larger. Realistically, I need to protect these people; they don't know better. They haven't seen war, death, or blood, and I and my copy will ruin them unless something is done. I can't possibly keep peace and yet remove my copy. He wants war, but I need to fight him to win. Or do I? I'll find out tomorrow, I guess. We'll be going to check out the Mirror Pool. Hopefully everything will go well when Twilight and I encounter Physician.

I wonder where Pixer is, anyways. I'd love to check on him, but now that Physician is following me everywhere I can't possibly do that. God keep him safe.

Speaking of Physician, I wonder how he will react when he finds out that I know more than I'm letting on. I wonder how Twilight will react, for that matter. Well, we'll find out once Twilight is locked up and safe.

Oh yeah, hehehehe, I can't steal the princess' crown now that I am being stalked. He would definitely start to catch on to my plan. That is good, though. I'll have to rely on Jesus to resolve that issue, but that still begs the question of the fake crown. Why Energy Stone? I know how to counteract it better than the real crown, but still... if the container breaks, then boom! Right, let's not think about that. One thing is for sure, if that item gets in the right hands—ehm... hooves—my clone better watch out. What a surprise that'll be! Will Pixer use it? Hah, nah! What could a Pegasus do with that? Hm... then again.

All of a sudden, all I can picture is Pinkie zipping through town with that crown. GRRRR... that hurt! That was a lot of memories in a single go. Saving a princess... is this to redeem my loss of Rebecca? Hahah, no, God doesn't work that way; moreover, there isn't even a close parallel. I was the prince, and she was to become my princess. Or would it be queen? Well, Joshua was set to reign then as king, so I guess not.

Huh, how have we come so far from the idealistic world? Wait, now I've come to the most idealistic world I've ever seen. Good, bad, good, bad. I bounce around a lot. Like a bouncing rubber chicken ball! Euck, I have been hanging around this place way too much. Why does Pinkie keep trying to find me anyways? Is a welcome party that important? Certain things I will never understand.

Oh, would you look at that, Princess Luna brought up the moon. She reminds me of myself--locked away for a long time. Okay, she's got me beat by more than 950 years, but still. Paid for my sin, I did, and so did she. I wonder how she would receive the gospel. Would anyone here receive it? This place is so peaceful, loving, and kind. Hm... I should not assume that is the case; I have not thoroughly seen the rest of the world.

Look at the time. I should sleep—even though I don't need it. Night, No Name. Okay, now you're talking to yourself. Hush now, it's time to go to bed. Hm, I feel like bursting into song for some odd reason. Oh right... sorry. Good night.