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(Fire Sky won't respons, so I'm moving on with this. Also, not sure who all is in the area, so hear if you're near Remmy.)
Slide stared at Violet, and then turned around and walked away. "I thought that maybe you would appreciate an apology. It seems that's all I've done here; say sorry."
He gallopped away, knowing he still had one more pony to talk to.
He stopped in front of Remmy.
He noticed Draco was singing, so maybe he wouldn't hear it.
Not that I care. What's the worse that can happen, he hates me more? Is that possible?
He looked at Remmy, took a deep breath, and then began to speak.
"Remmy, I want to thank you for showing kindness and friendship to me tonight. Even if it was for five seconds. I truly am sorry for abandoning you, but then again, everypony here is right; I'm a selfish monster."
He took another deep breath in. Here comes the hard part.
"I noticed that someponies keep telling everypony about how horrible I am, how stupid, selfish, and arrogant I am. At first I wanted to call them out for lying, but who am I compared to them? They have dangerous jobs, and get hurt nearly everyday for it. They're heroes who actual benefit society. And then there's me. And what do I do? I play an instrument with a horrible reputation, and aren't even good enough to get a gig. I just feel the pain of rejection and messing up, no physical pain. I am no hero."
He looked down at the ground and signed. "Heroes bear the scars of their victories. And I don't have a single scar."
"I'm a full-fledged, evil, villain. And, well, Remmy, you're 5-second friendship with the pony I lied myself into thinking I was kept me from going completely insane. But you're friends with the heroes." He said, eyeing Draco, who was still singing. "And therefore, they see it I'm not friends with anypony. To save ponies like you from pain."
He looked down again, letting everything he just said sink into him. Draco was right all along. Who am I to rescue a mare or be a hero? I'm a bad guy, not a hero, and not even a citizen. I can't even love.
He didn't want to hear a response. He didn't want to hear her try and bring him back. Because there was nothing there that could be brought.
He sprinted for the lake, running through the trees and the hedges. He got there, and stared at his reflection. "Look at that; a perfect face. No scars, no sign of heroism. I'm just a wimp who thinks I'm great, but I can't even make it in the little league." He smacked his hoof through the water, destroying his reflection for a few seconds.
He looked down into the depths of the water. "I could end everything right now. Rid the world of me, because all I do is make others miserable." He stepped forward, and put a hoof in the water, and then sighed. "But what would that show? That I'm the wimpiest of all the wimps, and can't handle the truth, and can't handle rejection?" He sat down, and mud and water splashed around him, making his coat wet and dirty. "How did I even think I was a hero when I can't even handle something as simple as the truth?"
He pulled his forehooves up to his face, and began to cry there, alone.
(Lon monolauge post....)