Tears welled up in her eyes as she pleaded with the bloodied mare in her arms. “N-no, please don’t go. J-j-just h-hang on a little longer, w-we’ll get y-“ A hoof on her chin interrupted her. “Vinyl,” Octavia coughed, a trickle of blood running from a strained smile, “You will always be, my selecta”
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