Rarity was unable to hold her tears back once again. The vampony just released them once more. The dark red of the dried up ones got covered up by a lighter red of the newer ones while she placed the plushy against her forehead. She was whimpering to herself in silence because of regret. A regret that became only bigger the more she stood in the burned ruins. The regret of not ending what she had become the very day she found it out was the most dominant one. A voice that spoke towards her from deep inside of her told her something different though, that she should be proud on that what was running through her veins.