Those Beautiful Eyes

“Do you regret it?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because I'm with you.”

“But you take the lives of other Ponies.”

“It is a mercy they accept, you showed me that... you made sure I knew it”

“Hm you're right, I did...but still...have you ever regretted it once? Even a little bit?”

“Not once not ever...”

“Wow...you're really messed up then aren't you?”

“Oh don't grin like that, it makes me know you're joking. You forget at the end there, death was a mercy I was ready to accept...I had nothing to live for anymore.”

“Yeah...that's how I was too, before all this.”

“Do you regret it? Bringing me into it I mean.”

“Nope...not at all.”

“Why not?”

“Because I have you.”

“Hey that's my reason, get your own.”

“It may be your reason too, but I think they have different origins...or whatever, Why is having me so important? For me, having you is saying that my life isn't just the emotional dullness that years of doing what we do gives to you...makes me know I'm not all bad.”

“You're so important to me because you were the first I truly loved, and you were the first to truly love me back...”

“Yeah...heh...if you think about it, way back when...our old selves would probably be horrified if they saw us...”

“Maybe...but you know what? I'd still say the same thing...even way back when...”

“Oh yeah? What's that?”

“You have Beautiful eyes.”