"I'm not a good man Rarity, I'm no catch, I accepted my fate here once. I really believed I was going to die out here, alone, and unwanted... But I held onto that one, little, stupid piece of hope, that maybe I can make it back. " He looked at her in the eyes, those deep cerulean irises, deeper and more blue than the oceans. And they were crying, he wouldn't cry, but she could cry for him.