User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2015-2016/@comment-7345250-20160126035922


 * Goldfin tries to blink away her tears and stare at the ground.


 * Even if she were to move, what would she do? Chase Bayne? She can't fly. Look for Orbit? She can't move that rubble. Conduct the Power Ponies? She can't even conduct herself.


 * But no, even those things seem like dreams right now. She cannot move. The combined weight of guilt, stupidity, and utter loss are keeping her anchored in place. Sobbing aloud isn't an option. Neither is curling up on the pavement. She is totally frozen.


 * Goldfin can do NOTHING. There is nothing she can do to fix this. She is powerless. Nothing is left. No hope. It's over. Goodbye. Period.


 * The helicopter quickly gains height and veers towards the east.


 * Celestia goes silent for a while, knowing that pressing the matter will do no good.

Celestia: "...I can relate."