From birth we’ve been like sisters, of different mothers, Within the spirit of the same womb
May the gods strike me down if I forsake you
Mater meus
You’re beautifully made and to you I’m forever grateful
I’ll never forget that you showed me to make art
And I know the love you showed me came from a pure and Noble Heart
I love you and if you want I’ll call you king
But why do I lie awake each night thinking
Instead of you, it should be me?
….
I always knew I could be the one
Though I feel the endless pain of being and I am scorched by
The sun
Of humble origins and born of a cursed race
My name is Brutus but the people will call me Rex
(edited lyrics from buttress’ brutus)
so at first when I heard this song I thought of Luna, but listening again I really think it fits Sunset more, especially her story in the comics where she demands Celestia makes her a princess.
“I’m afraid I was never very good at waiting for my turn, your Majesty… I couldn’t keep myself from cutting in line!”
“S… Sunset?”
“Oh, Celestia, I know you must feel cut to the quick right now, but I hope this won’t leave any bad blood between us.”
“Sunset… please…”
“Come, even in your final moments you remain stoic and serene? What’s wrong with being a little sanguine every now and then? Why won’t you bare your heart to me? You wound me!”
“Sunset… the betrayal and the knife in the back I can take, but can you please spare me these awful puns in my final moments?”
Sunset just made herself a bread with strawberry jam and it is rude when you hug someone while still holding an knife. And now Celestias back is all sticky from the jam.
Celestia uses the last of her magic to go for a double kill, in one final troll move.
“S… Sunset?”
“Oh, Celestia, I know you must feel cut to the quick right now, but I hope this won’t leave any bad blood between us.”
“Sunset… please…”
“Come, even in your final moments you remain stoic and serene? What’s wrong with being a little sanguine every now and then? Why won’t you bare your heart to me? You wound me!”
“Sunset… the betrayal and the knife in the back I can take, but can you please spare me these awful puns in my final moments?”
“And deny you my razor wit?”
“Nooooooo!”
Doubt she can’t be killed.
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