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“She’s not returning... is she?”
Spike looks at the class cage. Rarity is chained to the peg, skin rotting, eyes white, mumbling wordlessly as she sniffs around. Mindless. Corrupted.
“No... she’s not, Spike...” Twilight’s voice wavers, seeing another one of her friends soon bite the dust.
“She only has a week. Maybe two.” she mutters. Spike places his paw on the glass cage, feeling separated from reality.
“Are you sure there’s no cure for her?” Spike asks timidly.
“Yes...” Twilight sighs. “Every single pony is on their hooves trying to find a cure. But so many are gone already... it’s time to join them .”
Spike widens his eyes in horror.
“Twilight...?”
He turns around and sees his former friend- not Twilight anymore- stare at him with blank eyes.
“It’s t-i-i-ime to j-o-i-i-i-n t hem so-o-o-o-n .”
Spike stands rooted to the spot. Shocked. “Twilight...?”
Maybe it’s just his imagination. Maybe it’s the life flashing before his eyes. But he sees Twilight’s pupils ghost through. Just slightly.
“I’m- I ’ m so-o-o-ry , S- Spike!! SPIKE!!”
Crunch.