The Crown's True Weight
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Story transcript
Twilight: (The crown feels heavier today. Everypony's watching... waiting...)
Fluttershy: You haven't touched your tea, Twilight. The steam stopped rising ten minutes ago.
Rarity: Darling, your posture's off by exactly 3.7 degrees. Royalty doesn't slouch, especially during inspection.
Twilight: (The royal scepter... slipping through my magic... why can't I hold anything steady today?)
Celestia: The crown chooses the pony, Twilight. Not the other way around.
Twilight: Then why does it feel like it's crushing me? Every decision, every expectation...
Celestia: Perhaps it's time you learned what the crown really weighs. Not gold... but something far heavier.
Twilight: (The crown... it's changing. The gems are turning... black?)