Good evening, sister. It is night.

Good night then. I'm not off to sleep.

You're joking? Good. It's a delight.

To laugh is better than to weep.

Will you forgive me? Why you ask?

Have you forgiven? No. Not yet.

That means you will take off the mask

And let me help you? I'm still sad.

I know. And broken. Yes, that too.

I hate you, sister. Yes, I know.

This is a feeling you mistook

For hate. I am forlorn.

But not alone. How come? I'm here.

What a delight! I want to help.

Why do you always interfere

With my own contemplation? Well,

I am your sister. Really? Yes.

That was sarcasm. Luna, I know.

I'm struggling just to do my best

To make you see you're not alone.

I've always been. No, that's not true.

As far as I remember, yes.

Now, sister, leave. It is my room.

Please, Luna, if you just digest-

The facts that you misinterpret?

Your kingdom and eternal light?

The ponies that will bow and fret

Over Your Highness' delight?

The night has followers as well.

Oh, really? Go on, show me one.

Well, I can't show but I can tell-

The night is over. Raise your Sun.