Page 1049 — Relished Sorrow

Empathy for the suffering of fictional masses is actually a pretty high bar for tabletop emotions, considering self-servitude is the baseline.

DM: Are you going to open the scroll?
Twilight Sparkle: No, I was thinking of staring at it while the world burns around us.
Rarity: Poignantly and with sad music?
Twilight Sparkle: Oh, definitely.
Spike: <cough> Glad to know my contribution is appreciated and everything…
Rainbow Dash: What did you contribute?
Spike: My dignity.
Twilight Sparkle: Alright, alright, I open the letter.
DM: It says, "Twilight Sparkle & Friends, Come to Canterlot immediately. –PC"
Applejack: That's, uh, pretty brief for her.
Rarity: No "My faithful student" and such.
Twilight Sparkle: So we're really doing this? Just… leaving Ponyville.
Spike: We did what we could, right?
Twilight Sparkle: We've been the heroes of this town so far. But now we're giving up and walking away for a while. I don't know. I guess I can't help but feel a little sad. …Why are you smiling over there??
DM: Because this means I'm doing my job.