Most ponies never thought about it, not really. What happened when you died… But you know it will happen.

It's happened to someone you know, someone you knew. It will happen to someone you will know, someone you will have known.

There are things I've done and seen now, after all this… Just, try to imagine a world, a place where things like love and tolerance, friendship and family were not ingrained into the mind and soul of a pony. They wouldn't be very nice.

…Even so I lost them all, and it's my fault. I made a bad decision. I made a stupid choice, horribly thought out. I think I'll blame myself for it until I die, and I hope I never forgive myself for the losses…

I may as well tell you, so you can hate me too.