Infamous

Cole couldn't sleep. After replacing the sleeping purple mare in her bed, Fluttershy had bid her leave, saying something about "feeding Angel" and him being "mad" if he didn't get what he wanted. She had promised to be back there the next morning, and to bring along the rest of her close friends, as to introduce Cole to them, and slowly integrate him with the population. Applejack had elected to stay, to make sure that Twilight was okay when she woke up, and then sent Cole to stay in one of the guest rooms.

Cole lay on his back, head facing the ceiling. A pattern of soft, white, luminescent stars and moons and celestial objects adorned the milky black ceiling. His eyes seemed to unfocus slightly, as memories of events long since passed began to flash before him...

With his new powers, he had a choice. He could scare away all these people, and take the entire supply drop for himself, Zeke, and Trish, and stay stocked for much longer. Or, he could share it with these downtrodden, beat up, oppressed people. Taking so much away from so many, there was no way he would ever, after having so much taken away from him...

The bridge, and the people there. This riot was about to break into a fight. He could shock a policeman from inside the crowd, and initiate a fight between the aggressive factions. Or, he could go forwards, and take the beating for himself. He couldn't let those people, those innocent bystanders, get hurt or even killed because of his mistake, with the Ray Sphere...

The tar barrels. They needed to go. He could overload the pumps, pushing the deadly, sickening black tar down even faster, contaminating the water supply. Or he could blast them off the pipes. This would get all the toxic, sickly sludge all over himself. It needed to be done, one way or another, but he was the only one who would certainly live. If he pushed that tar in, how many people would die, how many people would choke on the very water they were drinking? He was the only one who wouldn't be affected...

And then, Trish. Oh how he despised himself for what he had done. He could have saved Trish, or he could have saved the six doctors. The love of his life, one of the only two people who had stayed with him, all the way, or half a dozen other doctors. In this city, those doctors could save so many. He couldn't let those six, innocent people die, but what about Trish? The greater good. It was more important. The lives of the many over the life of one. He couldn't save her, no matter how hard he tried, no matter how much he wanted her to live. She had died, and with her, a part of him did too...

The Ray Sphere, the second time. Activate it, and gain so much more, or destroy it, and end the threat. Sacrifice the few lives in the city to be able to better fight the Beast, in the incoming storm. No. He would train, get stronger, and defeat the Beast without another Ray Sphere. Destroying it was the only way. To bad it took John with it...

And then, after the Beast invaded and he had fled to New Marais, the gate. Overcharge it, blow it up, and kill everyone in the villiage, civilians and enemies, or lower it, and fight his way through. The choice was nearly second nature, even with reduced abilities, he could wipe out his enemies without hurting bystanders. And he needed to try out the amp too...

Rescuing Kuo from the Militia. How would he enter the compound? He could load a streetcar with explosives and ram it into the gate, killing most of the opposition and clearing the place, at the cost of civilian lives. Or, he could free the local cops, work with them, and assault the base. One freed prisoners who were really good men, the other killed most of the enemies and a few civilians on the side. Those civilian lives weren't worth it, and the firepower would come in handy later...

The Blast Shard Bomber, taking that explosion for himself. Whew that one was a doozy. He could have shot him, there and then, and blown him up with one of his own weapons, and killed the hostages he had taken. Or he could have absorbed the bomb's energy, taking the full force of the explosion for himself, protecting the civilians. He couldn't let them die because of a maniacal terrorist murderer. He would survive, they wouldn't...

And finally, the last thing he ever did on Earth. Activating the RFI. He could have left humanity to die, by plague or by his own hand. Or, he could save every human on Earth, destroying the plague. But there was a cost. He could activate the powers of every conduit in existence, bring on the next human, and kill off all the rest. Or, he could end the conduits, Kuo, Nix, and himself included, stop the Beast, eradicate the plague, and bring humanity back up from its knees. The lives of the many, or the lives of the few? There was only ever one choice...

Sorry, Kuo.

Cole's mind then stopped for a moment, focusing on a single memory...

"You made the right choice...Hell, even Nix made the right choice. I was...I am scared."

"I am too..."

"Do it....Do it."

Cole let out a sigh, and with it, so much more. His confusion, his fear, his sadness. He had a new purpose now, in a new place. That was a lifetime ago, literally. It's time he let go, and let himself move on. Yes, he had killed so many. Yes, he had brought death, misery, and hopelessness to so many. But he had saved so many more. For every gang member he killed, he had saved ten more. For every conduit he had slain, he had saved a thousand more. He had done his part. Now, in a new place, he still had a part to play. He was in the same position, with new powers, with a better ability to protect. He had one clear path, and he was going to take it. No place, no matter how peaceful it appeared, was devoid of danger. It was his job, his duty, his responsibility, to defend those who couldn't protect themselves. He had a place, once again, in a world God only knows how far from home.

Cole sighed again, with new purpose. His body relaxed, and his eyes drooped lower. He allowed them to close, and his mind began to drift off to the realm of the subconscious. His muscles relaxed, and his heart slowed its beating, slowing to a stead rhythm inside his chest, calming him, driving his worn out body to sleep. He seemed to hear a familiar voice echo through his head as he fell into the soft, dark realm of dreams...

"Cole. I'm... so p-proud of y-you and what you've be-become, h-helping people with your p-powers. I-I-I l-love you, and don't e-ever sst-stop. G-goodbye.

A/N : I am having a serious case of writer's block. If you didn't notice, this was kinda a filler was written so you guys could begin to understand Cole's feelings and allow him to become a full sized character, not just a meh.