Scootaloo followed her sister's gaze to the ground, watching the tears crash into the earth. Blind, huh... The sobs carried on, becoming full on wails of agony. Scootaloo looked back up at the flailing mane in front of her, the tears flying off Rainbow as she shook her head, trying to escape her ghosts, all the skeletons in her closet. All the dead bodies, all the screams, all the torture that she'd left behind. So... this is what she is. Not some hero, or an idol, or even an egomaniac. Just... a crazy mare who lost her chance at her dreams. The thoughts drew by so slowly, trudging through the mud of her cold mind. She thought of me as a little sister... and through her training of me, I thought of her as my own sister. An extension of my brother... wonder what he's doing now? Her eyes moved back to the sky. Why was she so calm, though? She could still feel, despite her ghostly state. She felt anger only a few moments before... so what was this? Calm... Rainbow Dash is crying right in front of me, probably dying... and I'm calm. Do I want her to die, though? What point would there be in it? Revenge... taking her from her friends, just like she took me from mine.