Sunset finally relented, sinking onto the edge her bed. Finding it near impossible to maintain what little composure she had, she slouched, and felt the cool and tired tears of exhaustion well up in the corners of her eyes.
Celestia followed suit; she knelt down in front of the girl, reached for her hands and squeezed them tightly.
"Do you think the eyes of the White Tower are blind?" Celestia asked, her eyes fixed on Sunset's as her lips curved into a gentle smile. Through a grey veil of tears, Sunset peered into the deep pools of clear magenta, anxious to see hints of the anger which her mentor once displayed, and found naught but kindness.
Sunset quickly averted her gaze, still embarrassed by her unkemptness.
“I’ll need a new lock,” she mumbled, almost inaudibly.
Celestia let out a sigh. “Sunset, look at this place. You really thought I’d leave without you?”
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