The Animarium:

After Goldar’s defeat, every member of the Rangers seemed to go their separate ways. Sunburst, he’d gone back to Canterlot to support his fiance, while Vapor and Lightning took an early night’s sleep, having to go to Wonderbolts training early in the morning. Probably wasn’t long before they drifted off to dreamland, given that they’d exhausted themselves in that last fight. Kurokage Troopers definitely took more of a beating than your average Tenga or Putrid Robert had noted.

Speaking of him, he had currently asked Princess Shayla to allow Wyatt and company safe harbor as it were on the Animarium, given it’d be rather weird to explain two Twilights, two Spikes or two Applejacks walking about Ponyville. And for Wyatt, Robert knew it was best for his own personal safety right now given the… herd mentality of Ponyville and Canterlot. He knew first hand what it was like for someone to be on the end of their prejudice and fear that Princess Celestia -Or to be more accurate, Solar Flare- had spread.

Of course, he hadn’t told Wyatt any of this, not wanting him to fly off the handle as it were. He’d been furious, going into an almost suicidal rage when he’d heard what happened to humanity, and he was a grown adult. Wyatt was a teenager, and not all of his hormones had settled. (Robert knew Sunset would probably tease him for actually knowing something of intelligence and his brain being filled with more than Power Ranger history and pick-up lines) God knows what Wyatt would do if he ever found out. And as a Rider, he had more power than a Ranger, so there was a chance he could destroy Celestia before she and Solar Flare were separated.

He was hoping his Twilight came up with a plan to split the two apart, and fast. In his pants pocket, he absentmindedly fingered the corrupted Solar Cell Morpher.

“Never thought I’d ever visit this place,” Wyatt commented, as the massive Eagle Zord flew overhead letting out a screech. “That looks a hell of a lot better than the CGI ever made it look.”

“...Right, going to have to get used to the fact that Power Rangers are fiction from where you came from. Weird experience, that. It’d be like the French Mistake from that one movie if we ever visited your world,” Robert muttered. “Can I just ask, how’d a perfectly normal human teenager get himself suckered by convention merchant and end up as Kamen Rider Decade? I mean, you could have at least ended up as Drive… So much better by a landslide.” he teased.

“I liked Decade the most, and that guy was selling for cheap,” Wyatt responded, holding Twilight’s hand. “I’ll be honest though, this isn't the first Ranger world I've been to. We once visited an Equestria that had been conquered by King Mondo.”

“Ever heard the expression, if something sounds too good to be true, it probably is?” Robert asked, before his eyes widened at that second bit. “Okay… There’s a scary thought. Read about the remnants of the Machine Empire digging up that Serpentera prototype back at SPD, gives me shudders just thinking about it. It’s like the Enclave from Fallout finding… Oh, I don’t know, the instructions to make the bomb that was dropped on Hiroshima.”

Wyatt’s Twilight looked curious, but decided it best not to ask.

“Just uh... Don't tell Shayla she wasn't regarded that highly as a Ranger mentor,” Wyatt whispered, glancing around to make sure the princess in question wasn't around.

Robert made a zipping motion with his lips. “Not a word. Doubt she’d get it anyways. Could be worse, could be Toshizo Tanba from Shinkenger. But she kicked my sorry arse once, so that’s something…”

“And she beat up Toxica, mind you one who’d cut off her horn, but all the same…” Jindrax said as he stumbled out of the ferns, only for a branch to hit him the face. Robert let out a little yelp at being caught by surprise, he hadn’t even heard him walking up.

“Jesus Christ, Jindrax…” Robert muttered. “How many times… You’re getting as bad as Zen-Aku!”

“I’ll take that as a compliment, thank you very much.” the somewhat reformed Duke Org and self-proclaimed Master of Blades said with a mock-bow.

Spike snickered, putting his hands in his pockets. “Way to look tough, Robert.”

“What would your first reaction be if you saw someone who was a former villain walking out of the bushes, completely without warning like that be?” Robert replied, his voice coming out as almost a whine. Inwardly, he’d been getting the feeling -Not entirely sure why to be honest- that there was something Wyatt wasn’t telling him about Dai-Shocker. Last he checked, they never had access to technology that allowed someone to Henshin, except for that one time with Kamen Rider Fifteen. And even he considered that movie non-canon given how prickish the Showa Riders were.

“Actually, I do; happens every time I see my big brother,” Spike retorted, a bitter edge to his voice. Robert sucked in a breath and hissed to himself. Right… He forgot about that.

“Well, if it brings you any sympathy, Sombra’s quite dead here, and Shining’s doing quite well ruling over the Empire with his wife. Even a Ranger himself, took up the Magna Defender powers, which suits him quite well. Took down a Samurai based Org recently.” Robert replied, giving Spike a supportive pat on the shoulder. During some point, Jindrax had walked off to god only knew where.

“Let's hope Somber never shows his face here,” Twilight added, pulling Spike into a hug. “I know we’ll bring his empire crumbling down around him.”

Although he didn’t want to voice it, Robert suspected Somber already had. Given last night’s battle with Goldar and the Kurokage Troopers, it was highly likely the two had already allied. Question was, how long till the alliance fell apart? Robert knew Thrax’s type, he reminded him of the late Mesogog. Didn’t like anyone bossing him about, or didn’t like more than one world conqueror around. The civil war between him and Retinax was proof alone of that.

Robert smiled as he heard the familiar clashing of swords. He recognized the sound of one of those blades. “Hey Spike, want to see this universe’s version of your big brother?”

Spike perked up, pulling away from Twilight. “Yeah, I wanna show my Shining how much of dork his other selves are.”

Robert led the two to a clearing, where he found Jindrax and Shining in a sparring match, Jindrax using a larger, sword-based version of his twin knives, and Shining the famed Magna Blade.

Jindrax slashed downwards, only for Shining to leap backwards to avoid the strike and then rush forwards to meet Jindrax’s blade again. Blades met again and again, with both swordsmen matching each other perfectly, it was like a dance almost in some ways. Robert was beginning to think maybe Jindrax’s title wasn’t self-given.

“Come on…” Shining grunted out, beads of sweat trailing down his face. “That that best you got?”

“Nope, I’m still going to kick your ass!” Jindrax retorted.

“Don’t bet on it,” Shining smirked, before he kicked Jindrax in the stomach before knocking his blade out of his hands. Shining then implanted his own sword in the ground.

“Never get cocky or arrogant during a battle, it always leads you to defeat.” Shining instructed.

Somehow, Robert suspected that last comment was directed towards him as well.

“That ain’t bad at all,” Applejack complimented, giving a light clap. “Ah don’t think our Shining Armor can fight with a sword. Heck, Ah don't think G-3 even has a sword.”

“Right, I’ll presume to know who that last one is…” Shining murmured to himself. “So you’re the new arrival right? Shayla, soon as she heard about what happened, told me everything to the best of her ability. Just asking, but I heard you had a Samurai themed motif in your armor. Can I see it?” Shining asked, weapons nerd that he was.

“Don’t see why not.” Applejack secured her Sengoku (Warring in English) driver around her waist, securing the Lockseed. “Course, that’s just Orange.” She activated it, closing her eyes as the transformation occurred. A zipper in the sky opened up, and a massive metal orange floated down towards Applejack, and opened up leaving her in Samurai themed armor, complete with golden head crest and a blade that looked like an orange slice. A second sword, with a small pistol built in was strapped to her hip.

“The Path of Blossoms, to the Stage!” the Driver called out.

“Well?” Applejack asked, resting her blade on her shoulder. “Whatcha think?”

“Stance seems fine, and you look like you know how to hold a blade, though I’m curious how you exactly got your powers, and where you learned to fight with a sword…” Shining mused.

“Oh that's easy, Fuji Pie came up with all this stuff.” Applejack gestured to her armor. “As fer the fightin’, Flash Fire and a guy named Zoro whipped us into shape.”

“Well… least it wasn’t a pony Ryouma Warring…” Robert muttered in distaste, remembering the bastard.

“Zoro was a cool guy, taught us how to use haki.” Spike held his hand up, covering it in a black substance. Robert and Shining looked visibly green.

“Mind… mind not doing that, kinda freaking me out here…” Shining muttered.

“Oh, you’re just a wimp!” Jindrax called. “I find that kinda cool!”

“Helps you hit harder,” Spike explained, returning his hand to normal. “And you can sense people's spirit energy with it. Hurt a lot to get it though.” A shiver went up his spine at the memory.

“Remind me to test it against my Pai Zhau training sometime…” Robert muttered to himself, his hands glowing a warm orangish color as a fine mist surrounded them.

“I wouldn't mind learning this ‘Pai Zhau’,” Twilight said, eyes locked onto Robert’s fist. “Any advantage we can get against Dai-Shocker the better.”

“Fat chance of that happening, as I don’t know enough about it to actually teach the style. And unless the ghosts of my old Masters show up again…” Robert muttered to himself. “But for now, a demonstration of what one can really do with the style… Call to the Beast inside, Free the Kitsune!” Robert shouted, launching a misty orange nine-tailed fox at a dummy styled after Thrax, ripping it to shreds.

“That's almost like my dragon!” Twilight chirped, her eyes lighting up. “I could do so much with that!”

“Don’t make a girl a promise, if you know you can’t keep it.” Robert muttered, and Twilight looked at him.

“These Wild Zords are amazing.” She cast her eyes up, watching a few (The Swallow, and Owl to be exact) soar across the sky. “I have something like that, think they’d mind the company?”

“Can’t see why not, though I’d advise keeping him away from the Kitsune Zord, that thing’s always up for a fight no matter who it is that he challenges,” Robert warned.

Twilight nodded, activating her driver and touching a ring to it. ‘Miracle, please!’ A massive spell circle appeared in the sky, out of which erupted a massive mechanical dragon. It roared, breathing purple fire into the open air.

Robert let out a “Heilige Scheiße…” upon seeing the massive beast feeling slightly jealous (Though not by much, as he remembered what the original WizarDragon was like.) before Shining took him aside out of earshot.

“Should warn you, and I’ve already told Sunset this, but last night Twilight took one of those Drivers that those troopers used from the lock-up in Canterlot that we use to store potentially dangerous items, and took it upon herself to study it, see if it can be replicated for her personal usage.”

“Well, if she succeeds, can’t say we won’t be grateful for the power of a Rider on our side, and not just a temporary alliance with Wyatt and co…”

“Ah, about that,” Shining murmured. “Does he… know?”

“Not yet,” Robert whispered back. “And I intend to keep it that way as long as possible. I’d rather not have him fly off the handle like I did and try to be suicidally stupid like I was…”

“Well, can’t keep a secret forever you know…” Shining replied before walking off. “Anyways, I gotta get back to the Empire. Things to do, and defenses to fortify. Dai-Shocker may strike there for all we know.” he said, before teleporting away in a pink flash of light.

“So...” Spike glanced around, putting his hands behind his head. “What do we do now?”

“Well,” Jindrax said as he drew his knives. “I could spar with you, if you like…”

Spike grinned, cracking his neck. “You sure about that?”

“Let it never be said, I was one to pass up a challenge!” Jindrax replied, with a smirk as he twirled his knives in his hands. Of course, while everyone’s attentions were on them, nobody noticed Twilight teleporting herself off the Animarium…

Down in Ponyville, Twilight found herself wandering the streets of the small Maine situated town. She could see the high hills of Canterlot rising in the distance, and to the south saw the massive Everfree Forest stretching over one hundred miles. One hundred miles of good timberland, and untamed wilderness.

“I wonder if there's a world where ponies actually tamed the Everfree,” she mused, putting her hand on her chin. “I suppose the better question is if I’d ever see one.”

She could see Sunset’s house at the end of the street, styled a bit like the Taj Mahal, with a giant version of her Cutie Mark on top of the building, with a curved ramp leading up to the top floor. Presumably, there were stairs inside the building as well leading up to that floor.

Twilight smiled, it was nice to see a universe where Sunset had done well for herself in Equestria, and not just turned and ran for the human world. She smiled, Sunset, a Alicorn Princess. Twilight felt a surge of pride rush through her. Even if this wasn’t her Sunset, it still made her happy to see a version of her friend/student do well for herself.

“Who’d have thought she’d be a Power Ranger?” Twilight giggled to herself. “Suppose that's not anymore out there than me being a Rider.”

It always amazed her how different universes could be. She shivered, recalling the corrupted monster her counterparts had been in the Mondo universe. A scowl worked its way across her muzzle, her thoughts turning to Midnight.

Whispers filled the streets, as Royal Guards walked on patrol, spears in hand. Twilight presumed that it was because of all the recent monster attacks, but she then heard the whispers. Same as in Canterlot, they went about insulting humankind and how it was a good thing Princess Celestia killed them all off. Twilight’s fists clenched, smoke pouring from her nostrils. How dare they? How dare Celestia call herself a Pinnacle of harmony after killing a whole race. She threw her head back, unleashing a torrent of purple fire.

This of course, caught everyone’s attentions, including Sunset’s, who rushed out of her home muttering “Whoo boy…” under her breath. She should have known this would happen sooner or later, one of the Riders finding out about what Solar Flare did over 3,000 years ago.

Sunset grabbed Twilight by the shoulders, and quickly hissed out: “Calm down, now! You’re making a scene!” as she pointed to the guards, who now had their spears trained on Twilight.

Twilight growled, her eyes contracted into slits. “Calm down?! You want me to be calm?! Please, in Faust's good name, tell me how you want me to be calm?!”

“I… I don’t know, but there’s more to this than you know, more than the public knows,” Sunset explained hurriedly, her voice a whisper. “It’s complicated. Let’s just say you can’t take everything said about Celestia at face value.”

Twilight pulled away, her chest heaving. “I have to talk to Wyatt.” Spreading her wings, she took to the sky quickly vanishing from sight.

Sunset let out a small “Crap!”, before reaching for her Growl Phone and dialing Robert’s number to warn him what was coming his way.

Twilight landed herself on the Animarium, and almost at once went to find Wyatt, brushing past Jindrax, who let out a loud “Hey!” in offence, but when he saw the look on the Princess’s face, he quickly and rather wisely moved aside lest he be burnt to ash.

“Twi?” Wyatt asked, rising to his feet. “What's got you so upset?”

“She killed them, Wyatt!” Twilight growled, seething with rage. “All of them! She wiped humanity off this world like insects!”

Robert watched from behind a tree, and muttered “Oh Fuck…” to himself. He’d got the message from Sunset, but he knew this was going to be ugly all the same if reason wasn’t talked into Twilight.

“Twi, you need to calm down,” Wyatt spoke, stepping closer to her. “We’re not here to deal with that, we’re here because of Dai-Shocker.”

“And that means we’re going to let her get away with it?!” She demanded, wings flaring out. “No way in Tartarus, Wyatt!”

Grabbing her shoulder, Wyatt stared into her eyes. “You need to calm down, okay? The idea of Celestia killing off humanity is insane but you have to calm down!”

“I assume you ran into Sunset-Chan?” Robert asked. “If so, she should have probably explained that there’s more going on here than meets the eye.”

Once again, he fingered where the corrupted Solar Cell Morpher used to be in his pocket.

“There's no excuse!” Twilight hissed, flames escaping between her teeth. “What she did is unforgivable!”

Robert took a few nervous steps back. “Listen, I’ve been there. But going up and attacking Celestia herself, assuming you get past Luna, is crazy! Stupid even, you’d basically be signing your own death warrant!” he told her, thinking back.

"For the record, I'm so sorry for what's happened to your kind." Princess Shayla said softly from behind him and Robert whirled around to face her.

"If you were truly sorry, you'd let me go down to Earth and do what must be done." Robert growled out.

"And if you did that, what would be the result?" Shayla asked him firmly. "Death and the total extinction of humans on Earth?"

"Well, at least I'd die for my beliefs and show that bitch what the human race can do when they really try. Hell, even if she kills me I'd be the one with the last laugh." Robert chuckled darkly. "But I can handle her. She's just an arrogant bitch who needs to be put in her place."

Princess Shayla didn't like the way he was talking. His arrogance and foolhardy courage, it hid another emotion. Despair, a despair deep enough to do something suicidal.

"I'm sorry, but I cannot let you leave." Shayla stated and Robert took a fighting stance.

"Well... If that's the case then I'll have to go right through you if needed." Robert told her and Princess Shayla took out a Crystal Saber of her own, a green crystal inside it with a little bird inside that.

"I've had multiple Orgs try and kidnap me before and in every case succeed, did you really think after four attempts I wouldn't have learnt how to defend myself?" Shayla asked and even as Robert charged at her and threw a right cross, Shayla grabbed ahold of him by the arm and threw him behind her. Robert picked himself off the ground and tried a flying kick but Shayla raised her Saber and blocked the kick before kicking Robert in the stomach and sending him flying backwards into a tree.

“Not as long as I have this!” She displayed one of her rings. “She couldn't stop me if she tried!”

“Want to bet?” Robert asked. “How do you go up against someone who’s a physical goddess?”

“By being a goddess yourself,” Twilight retorted, giving her wings a flap. Then, the Deer Zord appeared from over a small hill, and his antlers glowed with a fine gold mist, before Twilight found herself restrained in magical chains, not unlike Shayla had ordered the Zord to do to Robert not too long ago when he was in this situation. Question was, would it hold Twilight? A human was one thing, but a Rider Alicorn?

Twilight roared, struggling to bring her ring to her belt. “Let go of me!” The WizarDragon watched, hovering in the sky above. Robert looked ready to summon the Red Dragon if needed.

“You are still very much a hatchling, Twilight Sparkle,” it rumbled, peering down at her with dark purple eyes. “It seems you are not as in control of your anger as we thought.”

Robert wiped the sweat off his brow in relief, that was a battle he wanted to avoid to say the least. Then, his phone rang, and he quickly answered it.

“Hello?” he asked. “Wait, Sunset, is that you?” he continued, barely able to hear her voice over the clamor of what sounded like a mob.

“Yeah, it’s me… We sorta have a situation here. Mob’s blaming us for the Org attacks... again.”

“I’ll be right down, don’t you worry!” Robert replied urgently, remembering what happened last time Sunset faced off with an angry and fearful mob, and his breathing started to get heavier and his heart beat a little faster as he started to panic.

“No, don’t. Last thing we need is you coming down here and making things worse and riling them up further. I can handle this!” Sunset told him firmly before hanging up.

“Goddamnit!” Robert swore. “No way in Hell am I letting her deal with that alone, Princess of Empathy or not! Last time this happened, she ended up in trauma and nearly died!”

“I'll go,” Spike spoke up, stepping into view. “I don't know Sunset all that well, but I don't leave my friends hanging.”

“Same, screw what Sunset has to say. No way in the Nine Circles of Hell am I leaving my marefriend to deal with an angry mob!” Robert snarled, sounding almost like a protective mate. He turned to Spike. “I assume you can teleport… somehow? Only way you can leave the island. Sorta miles in the sky and all…”

Spike reached into his pocket, holding up a trio of red medals. “I know what I’m doing, Orange Boy.” Placing them into his driver, he gestured with his head. “You might wanna step back.”

Robert took the suggestion and took a few steps backwards. Spike scanned the medals, taking in a breath.

‘Taka! Kujaku! Condor! Tajadol~’ In a blaze of fire, the belt covered Spike in red and black, phoenix themed armor. Six energy wings sprouted from his back, which he used to take to the sky.

Robert meanwhile, just turned into an orange column of light and teleported down to Ponyville…

Back down in Ponyville, Sunset had found her house barraged by a mob or angry, and fearful ponies who shouted all sorts of things, blaming her and Robert, and Wyatt for bringing Goldar to Canterlot, to the break-in at Canterlot Castle and Galaxy’s injuries and even the recent Org attacks.

It went against all logic, Sunset knew, but she also knew ponies could do stupid things when they were scared. And from firsthand experience at that.

“Hey! Knock it off!” Spike shouted, breathing a bit of fire from behind the crowd as Robert ran up from behind him. “The heck is wrong with you guys?”

“No!” one pony shouted, a stone grey stallion with a white mane bearing a dumbbell for his Cutie Mark on his heavily muscled arms. “I should be asking what the Hell is wrong with you, Dragon, defending her, when her boyfriend has brought nothing but trouble to this town! It was nice and peaceful, before he showed up!”

Sunset snarled a little at that, and her wings briefly burst into flame. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but since when has this town ever been peaceful? Remember Discord, remember Nightmare Moon? They showed up long before Robert came to town, and the Org attacks started before he came as well!”

“So, he’s still a human, and he deserves to die! Princess Celestia told us herself, about what they did, killing and raping any ponies that they came across! And here you are, defending them!” the stallion shouted, with a clamor of agreements joining his words and ponies began shouting “Down with the humans, down with Sunset and Twilight!” Spike’s nostrils snorted flame at this.

“You know who you sound like? A unicorn, complaining that the earth ponies are to blame for a famine. What’s next? Gonna blame a thunderstorm on the pegasi?” Spike demanded, poking the stallion's chest. “You know what hate gets you? A frozen wasteland, just ask Snowfall Frost or the Founders.”

“And another thing!” Sunset shouted, before she morphed, before everypony’s eyes into the Golden Phoenix Ranger. “I’ve been working for weeks on end to defend you, and this is the thanks you give us? I seem to remember, when we took out Goldar the first time, you all were asking us right and left for autographs! So what, you worship us on and off, depending on what day of the week it is?”

“You know, I just have to ask; why the hell are you people worth protecting?” Spike asked, looking between them. “I don’t see any of you rushing to each others defense. You just run and hide, expecting the Rangers to protect you.”

“Citizens of Ponyville,” another voice joined in. Princess Twilight’s. “Today I’m having to say something I never thought I would say since becoming your Princess of Friendship. Why do I bother? Not too long ago, my best friend, Sunset, was sent into the hospital and nearly died because of your racism and bigotry. So again, I ask, why do I even bother? I should just abdicate and probably let the Orgs have you if I were a weaker mare. But I won’t, I’ll just let stew in the knowledge that I believe you’ve lost what made this town great, and what this town was built on. Friendship. When did we lose that? I ask you, when? Standing before you now, I’m ashamed to be a citizen of this town. You disgust me, each and every one of you. I’m glad to see some of my friends aren’t in this mob, like Octavia, and the like, those who would willingly give up their lives to protect Ponyville, but all of you… You disgust me! Please, come back to the Ponyville I knew. The one that taught me friendship, and made me want to protect this town that I so love…” Princess Twilight pleaded, nearly in tears by the end of her speech. A few members of the mob had the decency to be ashamed, but not many.

“We can be better than this,” Sunset added. “I know it, so why aren’t we?”

A few spoke up.

“She’s right!” Octavia shouted in agreement, Vinyl silently nodding from nearby. Her disgusted, piercing glare could be seen through her glasses.

“I may never have liked Twilight, but this is disgusting, shameful even!” Trixie shouted from somewhere nearby.

“Y’all make me sick ta mah stomach!” Big Mac added in. “Now go on, get! Till y’all gain a few licks of sense!”

The mob began to disperse, but even as it did so, Twilight broke down in Sunset’s arms.

“What happened Sunset? What happened to us…?” she sobbed.

Author's Note

Okay, yes, I know the previous chapter was released yesterday, but believe me, when all three of us work, we work fast, especially when we have ideas for how the chapter will go in mind and it's the weekend to boot.

Anyways, really not much to say here, except for the ending bit. This was a scene I've been wanting to get into the story for a while now, Went through multiple variations, like with APKM Twi and Sunset chewing out the mob, with Wyatt and Robert watching, amongst other ideas, but this was the end result. Took a bit, okay a lot of inspiration from this speech that I read on TV Tropes from the Shaming the Mob page for Princess Twilight's breakdown, so credit goes where credit is due.

Citizens of Paris. Today, I am forced to say something I have never had the cause to say ever since becoming Paris’ hero: I’m disappointed in you. Just a minute ago, a woman’slifealmost ended, because she was dreading thisexact reactionfrom you. Tell me, Paris — when did this behavior become acceptable? Standing here before you now, I’m ashamed to be a citizen of Paris myself — ashamed to be your hero! Who in their right mind would want to defend a city that’s so determined to destroy itself from the inside out? When did you lose your heart, Paris? How could you act so thoughtlessly? How could you have become so cruel? This madnesshasto end. The akumatized victims have no more control over their emotions than any other citizen of Paris. To blame them for being taken advantage of is to blame them for daring to be upset, which is ridiculous.No one can control their emotions like that. And before you say something ridiculous, like they had the darkness inside them all along or something,think: how would you feel if it was someone you loved? A relative you adore? Your best friend? …What ifyou’renext? Is this how you want to be saved? Coming back to yourself, confused, scared… surrounded by angry people who have no idea what they’re talking about? I’m trying. I’m doing everything I can. But I’ll say it: I’m scared, too. Scared of what this new enemy means, of the damage he’s causing… and what we’ve become as a result. I’m scared, but I know that this is not right. Things shouldn’t be like this. I’ll always be here to protect Paris… but just because Icando it alone doesn’t mean that Iwantto. The only way I can keep going…is to know that you’re on my side. I need your support. I…I need you. Please, please don’t make me do this alone anymore. Come back. We can be better than this, Paris, and wewillbe. I’m going to get to the bottom of this, and I’m going to stop this second Hawk Moth… but I can only do that if I know that Hawk Moth’s victims willnotbe harassed for something they had no control over. I don’t judge or blame any of the victims, and neither should you. Please, let’s bring back the Paris that I love. The Paris that I’m proud to protect. Let’s be better together, Paris.

Anyways, thoughts, comments, and such are welcomed.