In silence did Sweetie shed her tears while her little mind carried her through the memories of them both. All of the wonderful times they had together as they were. Those would be the only things she could truly call 'hers'. Or possibly even better said, 'theirs'. Of course there were the picture albums of both Rarity and Sweetie, but those always spoke a different story than how she remembered it. It were those memories that she cherished the most. That she wanted to cherish the most out of them all.