One might assume that one's death would lead to an afterlife of some sort.
Mine is irritating.
In my life, I sacrificed everything I had and did things that others would call monstrous, all to defend an ideal. I doubt my actions, albeit for a good cause, exonerated me from any celestial judge. Maybe this is my afterlife, my hell.
With my death, my home is cut off from me and my body has changed to suit the circumstances, very likely the punishment, as I am still old and scarred.
I am old, tired, but I have invested too much of my heart in my ideal, the home I died for, to ever find another.
But, in this cursed land of Equestria… perhaps I could find another to carry on my devotion to an ideal, if not to my exact ideal.
I'm old, tired, but I am not yet dead. Cowards commit suicide, yet doing nothing when one can do something is even more cowardly.
I have life in me yet, and I can still plot, scheme, and manipulate better than any of these young fools I keep encountering.
I will keep my actions in the shadows, find a worthy apprentice, and die toying with the minds of my enemies to create peace.
Through any means necessary.