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A cheer went up from the trench lines and city streets as the TOG trundled through them, myself and Minty resting on the long, flat back. I cradled the small plush of Gamma Ray close against my chest, looking down at it's small plush head and letting everything else fall out of focus. I thought back to when I was in my stable, how monotonous the days spent tending to Bruce were, how trivial the thought of watching a megaspell or balefire bomb live was, how boring things really could get. How much Gamma Ray loved me. I wished that I could just go back to all that, crawl down into Stable 34 again and just forget everything that had happened since I left. Oh, if I could just get Gamma Ray back, that would be enough…

"Hey, Twintails…" Minty scooched himself closer to me as the tank rode over the trenches in the city. We'd be out soon. My augmented friend wrapped his foreleg around my neck in a light hug, looking down at the plush I held for a moment before turning his vision back to me. "I… look, are you alright? I mean… I don't know what you're going though with all this, but… look. I'm here for you, alright? I always will be." He gave a weak smile, hugging me a little closer. I adjusted myself, cuddling closer to him, the breeze coming off of the wasteland seeming colder than ever.

"Thank you, Minty…" The unicorn gently nuzzled against my neck, his thick coat giving off quite a bit of heat in the cold air. Keeping the plush of Gamma Ray against my chest with one hoof, I wrapped the other around him, returning a tight hug. Tears began to stream from my eyes as we held each other, myself sniffling in and releasing a shuddering breath. "Th-thank you…"

The TOG soon reached the outskirts of Pripytrot, continuing onwards across the wasteland. In just a short while we arrived in Turnpike, hopping off of the back and heading to the familiar railyard, the lights on in the carriages. Featherweight stepped out onto the end platform, hopping down and coming over to greet us. The smell of the radishy stew hung in the air, a soft smile on the stallion's face. "Welcome home, Twinnie. Glad to see you both okay. C'mon, dinner's almost ready…" With a light chuckle, we folowed behind Featherweight, myself lingering behind, thinking. I wasn't hurt, no, I wasn't injured by bullets or plasma or lasers. I was okay, physically.

Mentally, though…

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