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"Mine's Narrowleaf." He replied, looking away sadly. "Don't ask me how I got it."
(G'night.) "Hmm... Impressive. I didn't catch your name. May I ask what it is?" Narrowleaf said, turning to face Habit.
"Brisk, sometimes 'Nothing' means 'Nothing'." Narrowleaf replied, smiling.
"Why do you always ask me this?" He said.
"Then where to we skip to, Brisk? When we have children? Until one of us dies? When?" Narrowleaf replied.
"Oh sure. Should we just skip to the part were I tell you that I love you?" Narrowleaf asked, chuckling.
"What, Brisk?" Narrowleaf asked.
"Also, my l... Nevermind." Narrowleaf mumbled.
"And I'm surprised I haven't bled out yet." Narrowleaf added.
Narrowleaf sighed, sorrow in his tone. "Me too." He murmured.
"I hope you're right." Narrowleaf responded. "You are most of the time."
Narrowleaf flew back to the battle. "Have you crushed them yet?" He asked.
"...I have a bad feeling this will turn ugly." Narrowleaf whispered to Brisk.
"That will never happen. And why I'm on the winning side." Narrowleaf responded.
The rest of the internet will destroy me. I'm supprised I haven't gotten a death threat yet.
"I'm fine... Really." Narrowleaf said.
"No... It's just that I... Other male changelings tend to do things to pony mares. ...And that's how I was born." He replied, ashamed.
"I'm not sad. It's just that I... I don't even know." Narrowleaf corrected.
Narrowleaf landed near the woods. "Hurry up and go. And don't stop." He said, releasing her.
Narrowleaf sighed. "Hello..." He mumbled.
