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Mat blinks, "Uh... No, of course not, are you calling Blueblood a random rapist?"
Mat sighs, "... Yeah... I don't know, I just feel like every opinion of me matters."
Mat looks at Dusty, "Sure, what is it?"
Mat slightly nods, "Yeah."
Mat chuckles lightly, "Did you bring the proper attire to go to such a place?"
Mat shakes his head, "You say that... but... I'm not too sure. I've already heard a few ponies refer to me as a monster... Like when I went back...
Mat sighs, "Yeah, okay, maybe not you, but what about the public."
Mat blinked, "Huh... really now? Was she used to this type of thing?"
Mat shrugs, "Well, there's Rush... but he's only able to do so much... Plus, I worry more about him, as strong as I have to be, I'm afraid his...
Mat looks at Dusty, "... They all have their different strengths... but... this thing... physically... I might end up being stronger then all of...
Mat sighs, "There's another difference, though, Dusty."
Mat rolls his eyes, "Overall power."
Mat looks at them, "Most of them, yeah."
He looks directly at Dusty, "... She's a Princess. Student of Celestia... I'm not a student of anyone, I'm barely even a guard, I'm off in...
He looks up, seeing Dusty, slowly standing up, staring at him. "... I'm getting stronger, Dusty... What if I get too strong and everypony starts...
Mat continues to lay there, muttering, "... Stop fighting. I don't even know anymore. It's like a spiraling staircase that only goes down."
The subconscious of Mat was black, pretty much nothing was there, well, mainly nothing, there was a bit of a shadow there. A shadow of a pony, it...
Mat gave a small nod, still hammering down on the clone of himself.
The clone took the shot to the gut, getting knocked against the guardrail, spitting again on the ground, "... *SQUEE* you, Dusty. Whatever you do...
Mat looks over to Dusty, giving a nod, but this gives the clone enough time to punch him in the jaw with a hoof, before rolling a bit backwards,...
