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"You can," said Dusty. "Look at Princess Luna. What she did. Waged war with Celestia. And she was spared. Shown mercy. Redeemed. Azrael. Servant...
Yeah, that.
Nocturnal*
"We should do something about this." Dusty fired an unusually powerful blast at Silver, one that would never appear from him in the waking world,...
"Probably fleshy."
"Nightshade..." Dusty sighed. "I want you to talk to him. I can help you with your mind. With Heart Song's help, I can possibly help with your...
"Hmm. So uhh. Not gonna use this little stealth advantage to do anything bad, are you?"
"You needy?"
"Not much," said Maya. "Were you doing something over there?"
"He's barely got a presence," said Maya. "Like his soul, his existence, is weak, too. Like a ghost in a haunted house." "That..." Azrael scratched...
"Yep." Maya nodded. "He's weak, and that has everything to do with it." "What are you talking about?" Azrael asked.
"Az, look away for a sec." Maya looked down at the counter. Azrael nodded and looked up at his paintings.
"Not very strong... No offense, dude."
"I want to know why we never notice him," said Azrael. "Hmm..." Maya reached out and poked him. "Good question. Bet I can figure that out."
"Nevermind." Azrael stood behind him. "Dreaded One. Smart pony things. Do them." Maya rolled her eyes and turned to Van. "Okay, fine. What's up?"
Raven nodded. "Yeah, just played a show at my mom's bar recently that got recorded. Been working on a studio album with Canterlot Records, too."
Azrael followed right behind, eyeing him. "What are you, the Silence?"
"Clearly not. Just come downstairs."
"Something is wrong... you should come down and talk to Maya."
Azrael kept his eyes fixed on Van. "Why is that?"
