I wake up when Lyn puts a food basket and some clothes in my cell. I get up. She freaks out for the sudden of my moves and closes her eyes in a defensive posture as if I was going to attack her. I don’t move because I don’t want to scare her.

Her stomach growls and her belly trembles with a cartoonish move. I still don’t get used to this world, but I swear I will.

“Are you hungry, Lyn?” I ask.

She opens her eyes and blushes, and then nods. “I couldn’t have breakfast because I went to pick up the clothes Miss Rarity made for you.” Rarity made my clothes? Stop, stop, stop. This isn’t the moment to have a fanboy attack. I have to focus on who are near me.

“Do you want to have breakfast with me? I’m unable to eat all this anyways.” I offer to the yellow mare.

“I can’t. I have to attend my tasks. I don’t want to disappoint the princesses.”

“You have taken an extra time to bring me the clothes in time. You deserve to have breakfast. I don’t think the princesses would mind, but if you have any problem I’ll take the responsibility.”

“Ok… just for a few minutes.” She seems to fear me. I just want her to see that I’m a decent being and nothing will happen to her for being near me. I’d like to believe it too.

We eat some apple cakes in silence. I admit that it’s a bit awkward to me, but Lyn seems to enjoy the food.

“The apples from Sweet Apple Acres are my favorite.” She says.

Sweet Apple Acres? I’m about to have another fanboy attack. This is on purpose. Celestia is testing me to prove that I’m a threat to the ponies I know through the show.

I’m an obsessive brony, but that doesn’t affect the way I act. If she’s waiting me to show more interest than I should, to investigate, she’ll have to wait more. Is not like I don’t want to know more, but I know when the time is propitious to do things. Or at least I think so.

“They are delicious.” I answer.

We finish our breakfast without more conversation. I break the silence to say goodbye. “Forgive me for having such a silence breakfast. It’s just that I don’t know what to talk to you about. I hope you enjoyed the food, I for one enjoyed your company.”

“Uhm… thanks Mister Reason. Maybe we can talk again later.”

She leaves the dungeon. I focus my attention to the clothes. They’re very accurate to what I’m wearing. A t-shirt, a jacket, a pair of pants and underwear. How Rarity knows about the underwear? Maybe Celestia told her.

The clothes are composed by white and black fabric forming soft geometric patterns that are not intrusive. I don’t know about fashion, but I do know that I like this.

Time goes by.

I take a bath, change my clothes and when I go out the bathroom I hear a crowd. I walk to one of the castle’s rooms and see a big crowd gathered in front of Celestia. She announces the end of the spring. The crowd organizes itself and one pony at a time goes to the throne to say something to the princess.

It seems to be boring and tedious, but I notice the importance of this. It’s not just a politic act. It’s a whole religious ceremony where everypony can talk to their god. I imagine that for Celestia this must be a boring and hard task, but she just smiles and listens to every single pony. She takes this task knowing what I just noticed. This kind of acts gives to Equestria a sensation of order, reaffirms their faith and gives them sense to their lives.

It’s like when a human says he was in the presence of a saint, but this world can see their god and talk to her.

The queue moves really fast. When the last of the ponies talk to the princess, I’m the only one in the queue. I talk to her with honesty. Just with my honest opinion.

“I start to understand the importance of your presence and actions in this world. I respect you even more, Princess Celestia. In my world it’s common to doubt about the authority of our rulers, to doubt about their intentions. And it’s common to doubt about the existence of god and his intentions. If my world had someone like you, maybe we wouldn’t be so screwed.”

As any other pony, I bow at her and start to go back to my cell. Her voice stops me.

“It is not common that somepony tells me something without appreciation or fear. I thank to you.”

“It’s nothing, your majesty. I couldn’t give a comment influenced by that kind of things even if I wanted.”

In the way to my cell I meet Lyn. She seems to be less scared of me. I ask her for a place where I can clean my clothes and she answers. I return to my cell.

Once there, I fall into my thoughts again.

I’m completely sure now that I won’t get back to my own world. Here my role is different. I have to fit in this world and modify my goals. In my world I wanted to find a way to make the perfect society, but I’m in the perfect society now. I’m the only imperfect being here, that’s why I’m in a cell. Now my goal is even more difficult; Find a way to fit in this world without ruining it. Ruin this beauty would be unforgivable.

I see the sunset turns into night through the small window. It’s not that impressive if I don’t see Luna’s expression.

Author's Notes:

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