Tragodia: Friendship is Philosophy

"Do you remember what happened?" asks a unicorn officer behind a bright light in a dark interrogating room. The officer had a gray coat and a police badge as a cutie mark. He seemed to be of middle-age but was actually younger. The time spent dealing with the crimes of the newly dead who knew neither how society functioned nor how they themselves functioned had worn him.

"I remember being in a courtyard. I saw Pinkie, a pink pony, believe she is a Earth pony. I am not really familiar with the distinctions between ponykind. I am a philosopher, not a biologist you see." Eric, who is now back in male human form, responds. He is excited beyond his usual self the police officers had given him coffee to help bring him back to his wits.

"Please do not go on a tangent. All we need is the relevant information, so a formal report can be made."

"Okay, I will try. Well, I saw Pinkie, and she was acting off, so I tried to figure out was wrong. I used the same power with which i had off the No True Scotsmen earlier that day."

"You were involved in destroying dangerous Manifests?"

"Manifests?"

"You are new, but I am surprised this has not been explained to you."

"Not very much has been explain to me."

"We need to move on. What happened next?"

"Ahh, well, everything went bright and exploded."

The officer sighed and respond like he has seen this all too many times. "That was you letting your power out of control."

Eric was confirmed in his fear that he was the one responsible for the mishap. "Oh, well, that is bad. I am kind of new to this whole power thing."

"That is obvious. I will have to speak to your guide."

"Why?"

"Because he is the one responsible for what happened?"

This only made Eric feel worse as he realized that the trouble he had rot was still underway.

"May I see Pinkie?"

"She is intensive care right now, so no." The unicorn officer said curtly, demonstrating a desire to have Eric leave and Dante come in.

"Can I be a mare again?"

The officer beamed at him, looking at him with a mixture of surprise and disgust. "No, now leave." The unicorn put a hoof on a button he proceeded to call someone outside of the room to bring in Dante and take out Eric.

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Eric waited in the hall. Beside him was a younger seeming unicorn officer. Unlike the one in the interogation room, his name tag was visible. It read Clover Field. He had magic blast as his cutie mark. Clearly, Officer Field had no qualms about resorting to violence to subdue a perpetrator.

Despite this, Eric's curiosity and lack of genuine fear made him pester Officer Field. "Excuse me sir, can I ask you some questions?"

Officer Field turned to look at the human next to him who had given him trouble of restoring order to his form. He did not really want to answer any questions, but he felt professionally obligated to do so. "What kind of questions?"

"Like when will Dante be let out."

"He will probably done soon, but he will be asked to go to a court in which he might get a sentence for. This will probably bring a lot of attention to this city again by the media."

"Why is that?"

The officer looked at Eric with some surprised, then sighed. "Because Dante is famous."

"Oh...ahh, another question."

"What is it?"

"Can I see Pinkie?"

"Pinkamena Diane Pie? No, not now. One of our magicians are restoring order to her form, again, which you so rudely distrupted."

"What happened to her after the explosion, can I at least know that?"

"Her form lost order. She grew extra legs. Her face became G1, thats a technical term, it's kind of hard to translate. One of her hooves has fingers. Worst of all she is bloated. If we cannot fix this quickly, it is possible that she will die."

That made Eric pause. It took him awhile, but it struck him finally. "Die? How can she die?"

"Well, unlike you, she is not dead. She is merely here on order of Princess Celestia. all worship her harmony, to help conquer evil. Unlucky for her, the forces of Hell have separated her from her friends. Until our ruler, Celestia, blessed be her name, orders otherwise, Ms. Pie will be under our care."

Whenever Clover Field spoke Celestia name, his tone became religious in nature and upon certain designations like 'all worship her harmony' he would make a movement with his right fore hoof. From a human perspective, this would be similar to a Catholic making the sign of the cross.

"Who is Celestia?"

"She is our princess."

Remembering about Pinkie, Eric fought the urge to learn more about the beliefs of ponykind.

"Will I get to see my friend? You see I owe her kinda. She helped me through the Despair."