[A silent Pierrot looks down at nothing in particular for a moment, thoughtful... before raising his head to stare off into a corner, never directly facing the view of the scroll.]
Your Highness...
[A deep breath.]
...Memories are fine things, are they not? They shape who we are, the decisions we make, the things we gravite towards or fall away from. They can be the source of new bonds and relationships made... or the tattered, well-cared for remains of bonds no longer available.
Though I am young, I have made a lot of memories. I have traveled the continents and cities of my home, and have endeavored to make many people happy... and yet I still find myself yearning for those I have left behind. In my travels, I have left many good people behind. I...
[The clown falters and loses momentum, then gathers himself for one more shot at... whatever this is.]
...The more I traveled, the more people I met, the deeper my appreciation for those bonds became. Those precious moments in the past became the guiding light of my trials, leading me forward and onward when I wanted to do anything but.
However those same memories can be as much chain and shackle as comfort and warmth, especially when ended so unbearably. And the more important those memories were to me, the tighter the chains bound me... and it was only when I exchanged my memories for the courage granted by new companions that I was freed.
I hear your student, Twilight Sparkle-- [Pause, and good-natured chuckle] ...any of your Twilight Sparkles, has been studying friendship and sending you reports of what she's learned. I haven't had the opportunity to read any, but I'm sure at least one of her lessons must have been this:
Any burden worth carrying can be shared with friends... And no shackle of the heart could bear the strain of two souls struggling to be free.
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[A silent Pierrot looks down at nothing in particular for a moment, thoughtful... before raising his head to stare off into a corner, never directly facing the view of the scroll.]
Your Highness...
[A deep breath.]
...Memories are fine things, are they not? They shape who we are, the decisions we make, the things we gravite towards or fall away from. They can be the source of new bonds and relationships made... or the tattered, well-cared for remains of bonds no longer available.
Though I am young, I have made a lot of memories. I have traveled the continents and cities of my home, and have endeavored to make many people happy... and yet I still find myself yearning for those I have left behind. In my travels, I have left many good people behind. I...
[The clown falters and loses momentum, then gathers himself for one more shot at... whatever this is.]
...The more I traveled, the more people I met, the deeper my appreciation for those bonds became. Those precious moments in the past became the guiding light of my trials, leading me forward and onward when I wanted to do anything but.
However those same memories can be as much chain and shackle as comfort and warmth, especially when ended so unbearably. And the more important those memories were to me, the tighter the chains bound me... and it was only when I exchanged my memories for the courage granted by new companions that I was freed.
I hear your student, Twilight Sparkle-- [Pause, and good-natured chuckle] ...any of your Twilight Sparkles, has been studying friendship and sending you reports of what she's learned. I haven't had the opportunity to read any, but I'm sure at least one of her lessons must have been this:
Any burden worth carrying can be shared with friends... And no shackle of the heart could bear the strain of two souls struggling to be free.