In the end the apples had never spoken and, without that, the miracle had never happened.
Jappleack's sister was still gone, irretrievable and locked away forever now, leaving Jappleack with nothing but regret for her treatment of Apple Bloom and no way to ever right it. All that there was or could be was the rolling waves of grief and regret in the wake of the tragedy.
No where to find comfort either, at least not beyond Sweet Apple Acres and her family. Everyone else was like they'd always been, like she had been: selfish, obnoxious, and happily willing to shout her down if she ever approached any of them to try to talk about her grief and regret. Gotta go, Jappleack. Shut up, Jappleack. No one cares, Jappleack. Stuck and absorbed in themselves and their own petty wants, not yet jarred out of it like Japple had herself.
Without her transportation to the actual Equestria, Jappleack was left simply broken, not reforged. The usually boisterous and proud pony was replaced with someone quiet and reserved, rarely talking and even then not much or beyond a whisper. Her fear, this time not overcome into bravery but acquiescing into timidity, kept her rooted to Sweet Apple Acres, never venturing much further than the groves of the farm when she did bother to go outside. Often just sitting and staring out into nothing.
Sometimes, as now, just sitting and staring out over the town and wondering what could have been.
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Jappleack's sister was still gone, irretrievable and locked away forever now, leaving Jappleack with nothing but regret for her treatment of Apple Bloom and no way to ever right it. All that there was or could be was the rolling waves of grief and regret in the wake of the tragedy.
No where to find comfort either, at least not beyond Sweet Apple Acres and her family. Everyone else was like they'd always been, like she had been: selfish, obnoxious, and happily willing to shout her down if she ever approached any of them to try to talk about her grief and regret. Gotta go, Jappleack. Shut up, Jappleack. No one cares, Jappleack. Stuck and absorbed in themselves and their own petty wants, not yet jarred out of it like Japple had herself.
Without her transportation to the actual Equestria, Jappleack was left simply broken, not reforged. The usually boisterous and proud pony was replaced with someone quiet and reserved, rarely talking and even then not much or beyond a whisper. Her fear, this time not overcome into bravery but acquiescing into timidity, kept her rooted to Sweet Apple Acres, never venturing much further than the groves of the farm when she did bother to go outside. Often just sitting and staring out into nothing.
Sometimes, as now, just sitting and staring out over the town and wondering what could have been.