"Right... I won't take part... Flitter when angry..." Narrowleaf murmured, shuddering. "J-Just gonna..."
"Be right back." Bolt said. He grabbed a marker with his horn and wrote SOAP SUCKS in huge letters on Flitter's head. He then crossed out SUCKS and wrote STINKS. For child preservation. He walked off, laughing. "See how much soap fixes that." He said.
"Night Leaf." Bolt said, erasing the writing on Flitter, kissing her head as well as Star's, and going to bed in between the two.
"I won't rest until I bring Brisk back...even at the cost of my life. Such is the way of the code of Fire Bolt. Sleep on ot." Bolt said, dozing off.
Bolt had a terrible Nightmare, plagued by images of a smiling Brisk being struck down by him. He awoke, screaming.
Bolt got up and went into the dojo to train, quietly exiting the room. The floor began to produce artificial alicorns that were cut down with fire swords from Bolt's horn. He needed to be strong. An occasional growl was heard.
"Fine... Don't need you to... to... to be awake." He murmured. (Am I going to end up alone tonight? Again?)