Rarity tried to say something. Some remark about how her first night with the knowledge went. Nothing came out, and everything she thought of understated the disastrous dream. Thoughts such as That was a tough night! or, what a nightmare!.

But Rarity couldn't stand such nonchalant attitudes. Not when her friends' lives were on the line. She thought of her friends constantly. They had been hammered into her mind and sight since her clairvoyance yesterday. She starts working on one of her dresses.

"... What am I doing? I should be thinking of a way to save..."

She slowly walks into her bathroom. A burst of anger overwhelms her and she kicks it open forcefully, but soon after she reclaims her composure.

She sets her self up in front of her mirror. She saw herself, the self she would hate, despise and berate for the rest of her natural life and possibly after if she failed in her mission. The horrors of her future must be destroyed. Her friends must be saved. Nothing is more important...

"... Than saving my friends!" Spoke Rarity. "Oh really?" She responded...

"... What do you mean?"

"Rarity, my friend, do you not remember that thing?"

"Wha- what thing?" She knew exactly what it was.

"... You know. The machine." Rarity winces as she speaks the word.

"... *sigh* I remember it."

"Good. Then you know you must defeat that thing no matter the cost, yes?"

"Right... no... well... Only to save my friends!"

"You're selfish."

"What?! Me... selfish?"

"Yes. Selfish. You know you can't defeat that thing. You saw it with your own eyes! Your own death! It wouldn't matter if know it's coming, the end result will still be the same. Twilight-"

"... Stop it..."

"Fluttershy."

"Stop it..."

"Rainbow Dash."

"Stop it."

"Applejack."

"Stop it!"

"Pinkie Pie."

"No.. no... No!! Stop it!"

"And probably Spike."

"... what." Her eyes widen and well up with tears. "Spikey... I... n-n-...no... no.."

"Do you honestly think the machine will just disappear after it kills you all? The elements of harmony have no effect. Celestia and Luna will probably be killed by the thing too. Don't you understand? Your responsibility is not to your friends, but to all of Equestria!"

"...You're right. That monster will tear my home... every ponies' homes apart. It will destroy us..."

"And..."

"I have to stop it. By any means necessary."

Rarity races out of the bathroom. She stops midway through her living room.

"Wait. How do I do that..."

She begins pacing her room. One trip. Two trips. Red blood. Blue skies. Three diamonds. Four hooves. Red river. Blue waters...

"Come on, Rarity! Is this the best you can do? Come on! Think...! How am I supposed to stop it. How... how... ...

"Well... let's see, what did it say... hatred. I have to be hated. Hated? Well... I mean, I'm sure I annoy them sometimes... especially Applejack but... I don't know of any pony who... hates me." She sighs frustratingly. "And there's nothing I can do that's so horrible everypony will..."

The terror, the sting in her eyes returns from the night before. The fire in her pupils melt it into her eyes as she felt the punishment once again.

"... No. No. No way! That... it's wrong isn't it? One pony.... it's only one pony right? Against all of Equestria? It's not like I won't try to stave off punishment after I've saved every pony... right? Right? It's just one pony... just one... more... more? More?! No. Only one! Only one! Only one!!!"

Rarity pauses to catch her breath. She repeatedly chokes on the oxygen.

"... Only one. ... What will my friends think of me? They'd probably hate me. But that's how it's supposed to be! That's what must happen! ... They'd hate me. Right? Right? I've done things before. Nothing... nothing like this but... what if... I mean, it's silly, they'd never. No matter how much they love me they'd always... I mean never... They'd never forgive me if I... just one pony... If I... took.... they'd be disappointed in me. They'd probably say they hate me. But really, they'd just expected better of me. They'd scold me, punish me. But out of love, not hate. It's because they love me, they'd want to heal me. Heal, what it is to them, severe atrocious behaviour. They would do it out of love. Love for me. That's why they're such good friends. The best friends a mare could ask for. My very best friends. The ones I can count on... but not this time. This time, it must only be me. I must be hated by everypony. If I must be hated by all of Equestria... I must be hated by my friends as well. It must be true hate. There's only one way."

And the thought sparks. Once it does, its flame cannot be extinguished.

"There must be another way... there is no other way... there must be... there is not."

She moves frantically, erratically, emotionally driven, she rams her head into her wall several times.

"... There is... there is... .... no other way. Is there? No... No other way. I have to do it. I have to... to..."

Author's Note

Something about Rarity in front of a mirror, trying to think up a way to save every pony. I can't understand why people don't like my story. -_-
I have no way of knowing why because they won't tell me in the fucking comments. -_-
I almost hope others can see this so they'd chew me out in the comments. God damn it all. DX
I just found out you all can read this! Please tell me what I'm apparently doing wrong. And right, I guess, I mean, three of you liked this story~