Celestia is dying, and she knows it. The world she ruled is gone to cracked dirt and dust. Everything she had, everything and everyone she knew were gone.

All except a few. All of them mortal enemies at some point, all of them resigned to their fate.

What can they do in their last hours?

Carry on.

They can carry on through the past that comes to face them again, and the future that is so startlingly close; they can carry on, in the midst of pain and conflict; they carry on, when creation and destruction meet for the final round; they carry on, when death comes knocking at the door.