Best read with this music :
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As in every world he got through, this was the only exit. He was used to it, and even found himself amused at this kind of departure.
Dramatic, yes. Just how he could have liked it, if he could ever like anything that is.
How many times did had he got through this ? He lost count a long time ago. Just like he lost any interest in anything other that is mission.
If he still was thinking about anything else, he would have lost the little sanity he still managed to hold.
That was it. The cycle reapeating nearly endlessly. Going to a world, studying and copying every single bit of power the world harnessed with time and evolution. Then, dying alone, coldly, proceeding to the next world.
This time, however, was different. He usually killed himself once his job done. He usually wanted to go on from his own accord, as fast as he could. For this work was a curse he could not lift, he just wanted this to end.
The only way being to go through every single world of the vast multiverse. At the beginning, he was your average human, but he quickly grew lonely, then became unsociable. He nearly fell into madness, the pressure of never being able to settle down, never really communicate, was too much pressure for him.
So he put a mask, kept his distances, and made a point of never losing time nor growing fond of anything. He never even let any hint of an emotion swept by.
Yet... he didn't want to let go. Not this world. Not them. Not after what they managed to...
As his mind wen through every little details of his life in Equestria, he was falling to the ground, just before their eyes. The murdered dissapeared like a mist, and the six ponies that wer present hurried to his side.
A purple pony, going by the name of Twilight Sparkle, got her horn glowing as fast as she could. "Don't move, I'll do my best at closing the...". He pointed his hoof at her to interrupt, looking straight into her eyes. After all, he knew it was useless.
Twilight hung her head in resign, and the other knew all too well what it meant.
They always had treated him nicely, and since he hung out with them so much they thought about him as a friend. He knew better : this was an obligation, his "mission". But, unlike any other world, they never gave up on his ice-like facade. They threw parties, jokes, adventures at him.
Always cheerfull, always having a great time, never minding his cold glare or distance. Before long, even though he never opened up to them and kept interractions to a minimum, he liked it. These people, even when they didn't know anything about him, still cared deeply.*
At first, he though it was pity that led them to try harder. But with time, he understood it was a pure love they had toward every new people they met. That is when he refused to go on.
Here, on the ground, he could feel them trying not to cry. He looked at them one by one, reminiscing about the past.
Twilight was a real bookworm. And when she was not studying with books, she was experiencing. With that magic horn of her, she felt that he was not a regular pony. Like the princesses, he had both wings and horn. Plus, there was kind of a magic-absorbing aura around him.
He would never let her experience on him at first, but them as he stayed longer and longer, he decided it was like hanging out and decided to go for it.
He never showed it, but he liked seeing her getting exited over every discovery she could come with.
She was always with a baby dragon named Spike. He was Twiligh's assistant in her studies, and showed no fondness to that new cold-faced pony. But that dragon who always was on the defensive up until now, trying to protect
his pony friends from somepony he juged dangerous and mentally unstable, was now hardly ever able to retains his tears. Probably, the sacrifice was needed to show Spike that he wasn't that bad of a pony.
Next was Pinkie Pie. He remembered how annoyed he was to loose his precious time when the first thing coming to her mind was a party. And god, he did find her anoying to say the least. There was not any day when
Pinkie wouldn't try to make him smile, even when he never did once. Being cold was far out of her understanding. What got the best of him was her randomness. It reminded him of his brother, when he still had a normal life.
In the end, he would come with her and Rainbow Dash to prank the whole town, wich in turn made Pinkie stop harrasing him. She though that he had a disease that prevented him from smiling, but that he though no less.
Then he turned to Fluttershy. Much like Pinkie though he lacked fun, Fluttershy tough he lacked love. So she did all she could in the kindest manner possible. The results didn't show much, as the animals that were supposed
to bring him peace flew in terror at is cold gaze. Yet, while she muttered excuses one after the other for the rudeness of her little friends, she didn't know how inside she managed to change him.
In the end, he kept going for strolls with her, but not too often for the animals still got anxious around him.
His eyes then fell onto Apple Jack. He didn't hang out with her as much as with any other pony, yet there was something about her he respected. She hardly ever hid her thoughs, and that reminded him... of who he truly was.
He always had regarded honesty as one of the highest virtue, even while he wasn't always practicing it himself. Once he realised, it started to bring back long lost memories of his life,
and at first it hurt like hell. But as the others helped him regain emotions, he became nostalgic.
He then saw Rarity's face, and felt sadness at seeing her eyes ruined by the tears. She was the one that provided everything when he showed up from nowhere. She lodged him, gave him clothes, and even a job so he could fit in.
She refused to let him be on his own, even if he had wanted it at first. And now he had finally realised how gratefull he was for that, and even as he was wondering how he could ever repay her,
this happened. He was putting her through even more. The though was nearly unbearable, but yet he wasn't accustomed to show any sentiment.
The last of the pony that surrounded him was Rainbow Dash. As he was given wings and was not as unskilled as Fluttershy, she would always bother him to race over and over.
Even though he didn't bother to follow her when she got on her full, racing speed, he still managed to follow her on a slightly lower one. Well in truth, he would possibly fly
at a fairly faster speed than her, but it was not in the interests of his mission to show of any signs of his ability to copy. So he newer showed it, as he didn't show how much
fun he had at racing with her.
He never told them a word about how he felt, not at first nor after he changed. But while he first spoke of having only a short time in Ponyville, he stayed for nearly a year.
Yes, he had really become fond of the place and its inhabitants. He liked this world, and liked these six friendly ponies. He even liked Spike's reluctance to accept him. If you had asked him, he would have told you it was far better
than being ignored. Thus he had prolonged his stay has much as he could. He even fought for it, as his "employer" didn't like him wasting time. There had been countless assassins sent after
him, so he could make his way into the next world. But, using the abilities he had been granted so far, he easily disposed of them far from the sight of his benefactors.