User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2015-2016/@comment-7345250-20160126045955


 * Goldfin sniffles faintly, still caught up in her thoughts.


 * Captain Orbit was indeed a close friend of hers—one of the best she ever had. When she first encountered Bayne, she could count on him, and Acolyte, and Phoenix, and even Vandle. But now? Vandle is done fighting crime. Phoenix is never coming back. Acolyte is dead and buried. Orbit is... also probably dead and buried... just not in the same order.


 * The ultimate meaning is clear though: she is the last of her kind. She is alone.


 * Some part of Goldfin wants her to stop existing—to forget about Orbit, herself, and the rest of the world and simply cease to be. No more pain, no more heartbreak, no more mistakes like the ones she made today. She wants to fade into black oblivion and never return. Fortunately, the depths of the ocean offer such a prospect...


 * Goldfin speaks through her teeth in an attempt to keep a steady tone of voice.

Goldfin: "Y-You didn't know him like I did. He'd understand. H-He wouldn't mind if I d-didn't want to... to..."


 * Goldfin finally looks up, teary and red of face.

Goldfin: "And what more must I do for this dump of a city anyway?!"


 * The police commissioner sighs dolefully and approaches the aqua-mare.

Commissioner: "Goldfin... I've seen the bad side of this city like nopony else and often wondered the same thing. I've wondered why I should keep fighting the good fight. Celestia knows I could have retired a-"

Goldfin: "Oh, shut the buck up, Geldin! This is your fault!"


 * She considers accusing him further, but her dizzied head is still making the connections her subconscious is already aware of. She contents herself with pointing her weapon at his chin.


 * The commissioner humbly looks to the side.

Commissioner: "Yes, I played a big part in all of this. I had a choice to make. Stalker came to me and told me to make that call, or else he would flatten MCPD and all the good ponies within. I thought I chose the lesser evil because I thought you would stand a chance where we didn't. I thought you, the Power Ponies, could make a difference."


 * Goldfin chokes and relents a little. The Commissioner reciprocates her mournful stare, equally troubled even if a little less expressive, and gently moves the trident aside.

Commissioner: "I'm sorry."


 * Glaive seems to have taken a lucky shot. The copter smokes and wavers.