Into Life

Marshall Lee swallows. “Listen, just—” “Why?” The word comes out all broken and twisted-up, like something you’d find lying on the side of the road. G.B. clears his throat. It doesn’t help. “Why should I listen, Marshall Lee? I keep… reaching. I keep trying. And I have no idea what the hell I’m getting back.” Marshall Lee lets his head fall back. His hair is shaggy, nearly shoulder-length, but he has shaved a section on one side of his head. It makes him look like he walked out of a concentration camp. “I know. I know. It’s just…” He swallows. “I don’t have anything to give you. I don’t know why you keep looking at me like I’m—worth something. And I—” He moves, almost like a convulsion, and covers his head with his arms. G.B. looks out to the far wall so he won’t watch the storms of feeling moving over Marshall Lee’s face.

Eren shakeshudders, draws his head back, slams it against the stone that stole the sky from him. It will break eventually. Everything can be broken eventually.

Somepony seems to have thought it would help Discord with staying on the straight and narrow if he were required to send Celestia reports on friendship, like Twilight Sparkle does. Somepony was plainly out of their mind.