"Hmm..."
Celestia let out a soft hum, a sudden, confident smile breaking through her tears. The fear that had paralyzed her just moments ago seemed to evaporate, replaced by a sharp, mocking edge.
"Well... it seems that a desperate love for married royals simply flows through our veins, doesn't it, big brother?"
Alan's purple eyes narrowed into lethal slits. "What is that supposed to mean?"
Celestia turned fully, placing her hands on her hips as she defiantly matched his glare.
"Do you truly think I am blind, Alan? Do you think I don't know that you worship that tyrannical woman with a blind, pathetic devotion? You and I are exactly the same. The only difference is that I actually had the courage to take a step forward. Meanwhile, you... you just stand there in the dark, staring at that giant, framed portrait of her in your room like a dog begging for scraps."
