Author's Note

I would say sorry for the long wait and shorter chapter but I wouldn't have done it if I was. This chapter was supposed to be longer but I figured I could just publish it now and show the world that the story isn't dead.

Let us pray I don't take brakes that long again and if I do i'll put it on hiatus.

The emotional chapter (I hope so anyway, let's be honest it won't be.)

How does on such as myself deal with a sad woman. If I be myself i'll just make it worse so i'll need to be something else. Sifting through the memories both mine and other I attempt to find a suitable response to dealing with Swift.

The overall consensus is don't be a dick and apologise. Simple enough, all I need to do is quell the erge to point out obvious Flaws and just listen to her all the while apologising to her. Geez, i've never noticed how hard emotions are until today.

Running through the Whitetail woods I continuously send out pulses to attempt to find Swift Feather and after a few minutes of tearing my way through the woods I eventually get a return pulse. Smirking to myself I begin humming 'Clint Eastwood' while making my way toward Swift. Honestly, it's time like these that remind me i'm a monster, not man. Here's me frolicking through the woods while humming a song all the while a friend is in pain and even though i'm fully aware that i'm meant to be upset I can't bring myself to care to much. True, i'm concerned, but it's more out of practicality than friendship. She's my second friend and I honestly can't be fucked trying to get another if we end up being... Not friends. What would we be then? Hmm, I told her about me murdering that slave pen so I guess i'd need to make sure she doesn't tell anyone.

I think we all know what that means.

After another couple minutes I begin to hear the sound of crying and rather than feeling concern I begin to feel... angry at Swift. It would appear that her emotional weakness is bothering me. Crushing my anger under cold hard logic of she's only human, she doesn't know any better. That sounded condescending, was that condescending? Probably, oh well.

Walking past and subsequently pushing a tree out of my way because fuck that tree, I see the kneeling form of Swift and cringe a little on the inside. This is either one of two things:

1. This is like some Disney shit were we are gonna singing or some shit.

2. This is like that thing from Predator, the one that didn't have Arnold and was likely a remake, can't remember, and she is actually surrounded by deadly traps that'll nip at my heels.

Deciding to use the fuckit button I begin walking forward and to my great relief there weren't any ankle biting traps, but that leaves option one as a possibility. Shit, if anyone is going to sing it'll be me, damn it! Is what I would say if I was born Equestrian. Fortunately, I wasn't so I'll be doing the sociopathic way.

"Heeeeyy girrrl, how you doin'?" Am I fucking awesome are what. See the voice that played in your head when you read that, it's exactly tge voice I used. For those of you who are boring, think basic black bitch. Score one for discrimination. Wait a minute.

"Did I just break the fourth wall? To be fair multiverse an' all that, wouldn't be surprised if I was actually a story." I wonder other people would react to realising they were only one in infinity, probably drive them mad.

"Whar are you talking about?" Ah yes, a regular mortal mind could never comprehend the infinite of infinities.

"You actually! So... Are you upset because I groped you or because I died, I promise you, one of them has a reasonable answer." And yet another reminder that I shouldn't be emotional support.

"It- You died! How am I not supposed to be upset about that! How do I know that you won't end up getting yourself killed in the future!" Wow, seriously, fucking wow. I know i'm supposed to care and all but I don't and it just makes this really awkward.

Good thing I took acting classes.

"Well... I mean, I suppose I could... Try and not be suicidal and mabye tone it down to reckless. At least that way when shit hits the fan i'll dodge it rather than being caught with my mouth open." I honestly think i've broke her, she probably wanted to hear an apology rather than... That. "Look, I know you want me to be safe and I appreciate that. But it's going to be near impossible for me to stop rushing head first into fights."

"But why?!"

"Uuuugh, right, i'm going to help you help me. So, prepare for some backstory." Yes imaginary friends, this is going to be a sad backstory. Or it would be if I wasn't the one telling it. "Back when I never lived in Equestria, I had what everyone had. A loving mother, a dad that's kind of a dick but loves you anyway, an irredeemable asshole of a big brother and a disgusting little hellspawn for a little sister. You with me?" I ask, hoping she actually paying attention. She obviously is.

"Of course." She seems a little on edge, probably still a little upset about my death.

"Anyway, one day me, my mother and sister where doing some good ol' Christmas shopping and, y'know, we were having a good time then... Then out of nowhere this jackfuck in a car came speeding down the road we were walking across hitting the three of us. Heh, i've always had the devils luck, so I survived but the same can be said for my family." Hearing a gasp I look up and see Swifts shocked face, for a girl who doesn't know what a car is she seemed to get the picture. "Anyway, their dead now, that sucks or... It used to, but that's another story. Passing by a few years I hear about a gang fight and within the next few days my brother's dead. Now the thing about my brother is that he is worse than me. He'll never back down no matter what happens. He was also a member of a rather violent gang. Put his personality and a gang together and you get fights, a lot of them. Truthfully, his death didn't bother me much as we were never close. But I do now that he always wanted to die in a gun fight and he did... Good for him, I guess." I chuckle seeing Swifts face, she doesn't even know who he is and she's more upset than I am.

"That's horrible. Even if you weren't close how could you not care?" oh, you really shouldn't have said that.

"I never, and I mean never, had a good grasp on emotions. They've always... Slipped by me without my notice. I know what they are and how they feel but I rarely got a chance to properly feel them." laughing a little I remember something "I used to play this card game with my mother. She would show me a card that would have a face displaying a certain expression and I would need to link expression with emotion, I always liked those games."

"Is that way your a bit cold to most people?" No, not here.

"Hmm, no, not ever sine I got to Equestria. Now, I don't feel emotion at all. Not unless I don't want to. I can literally force my body to feel an emotion by manipulating the chemicals in my... Uh brain." I don't have any organs, so I don't have a brain. Never thought about that before. Cool.

"What happened to your dad?" That... That is a good question.

"He should be fine, I mean, he was alive last time I saw him. Then again, I could be an unknown amount of years on the future." Yep, that's still the story i'm going with. Because it could be the future, I don't know how I got here aside from my first death. "The moral of the story is that my lack of emotion and the fact that i'm still getting used to having people care means i'll likely attempt to do everything myself without regard for other people." Being honest feels strange, but nice. Won't stop me from lying though.

"Can-Can you at the very least promise to try and take care of yourself?" Yeah, that's a promise I can keep.

"I promise to try." I say emphasising try because, Yoda be damned, I can't simply just do. "Anyway, lets go home because i've decided that i'm going to give you something and I think you'll like. Especially since its going to be from my boxes of super fun-tastic awesomeness." Yep, it's about time I start giving things to other people because despite my power-hungry instincts I still know that an army of superpowered people is better than a single superpowered person.

Now there's an idea, I wonder if Celestia will let me experiment with her soldiers.