Time Marches Onward

As Octavia and Vinyl woke, I still sat awake and fairly pissed off in the chair I'd sat next to their bed. They knew what I was thinking by the time they saw the look on my face.

“You don't have to do this for us, Cal. We'll find a way to get the foal back,” Octavia said quietly, her voice worn out from crying most of the night. She looked deep into my eyes and knew that there was no changing what I was going to do.

“I'm going to find that child. You and Vinyl are the only reason I didn't go and hang myself off of a light post outside of some bar months ago. I'll bring that foal back here, and I'm going to kill anything that gets in my way,” With that, I stormed out of the house, having an appointment to make.

***

Jorge was a tough pony. I was asking a bit much from him, but if I was going to save Vinyl and Octavia's little filly, I needed him.

“Jorge, don't leave. Jorge! Jorge, don't fucking leave!” Jorge stormed out of my small guest room in Applejack's house. He opened he door and stuck his head in, furious.

“No! I'm fuckin' done! I'm fucking DONE! This is bullshit! This is fucking bullshit! I can't do it Cal! I just can't fucking do it!” He screamed back at me.

“You know what Jorge? You can give up on me now, or you can pull through with this! Because I certainly can't do it without you, and I know you can't make it without me!” I yelled, still trying.

“Well I appreciate it,but look at what you're fucking dealing with here man! You gotta draw the line somewhere! You gotta draw a FUCKING line in the sand Cal! You gotta make a statement! You gotta look inside yourself and say, 'What am I willing to put up with today?'! Not fucking this!” With that, Jorge left, not supplying me with the weapons or the ally that I knew I would need. I would just have to do without. I was going to find that filly. And I was bringing it back to Vinyl and Octavia, whether I came with it in person or in a casket.