When I leave this body... I will perish... The bounded state I have put myself in has left me utterly dependent... But I could leave... I could leave this accursed body, escape from the mundane reality my host puts himself through, away from the cowardly and kindness I see through his eyes.

And face certain death...

He wants to help me, he said... He wishes to give to me what his "friends" have given to him... He tells me he understands the pain I am going through.

As if he could.

Deep down, within the core of that fragile shattered heart... He fears me. He locks me away within a corner of his mind because he fears me. They all fear me... As well they should.
I am not like them. I am above them. I am the answer and salvation to my kind; the prophesied ruler, destined to bring all ponykind to its former glory. And they fear that. They fear what they cannot understand; they fear the absolute. They fear perfection!

Yes... Perfection...

I will not leave this body... Because I am not destined to die. Not yet... I am destined for more greater things. Things those fools like Celestia or this boy cannot possibly hope to comprehend; things that will bring my kind to salvation. To bring Equestria to an era where there is only one absolute. One ruler. One destiny.

My destiny.

No! I will not leave this body! I will not cower! I will not die! I shall emerge triumphant once more! The ascension of King Sombra shall and always will be predestined! And this child - this human - is only the catalyst to what will be my one true coronation-!

And this human is trying to concentrate, so if you wouldn't mind keeping your trap shut, oh predestined one.

...Thank you.

"Go fish," Was my eventual response to Spike, setting my cards down tiredly.