"Everyone has a purpose here, or else we wouldn't exist."
The words echo off the metal walls of the interrogation room as he opens the door and sits down. He undoes the hoofcuffs with his magic and the metal restraints fall to the floor with a clatter. Her ears perk up as he continues,
"Some ponies' purposes may be to help others reach their ultimate reason for existence. Me? I have been passively looking for my purpose for my entire life and I finally get to realize it. My entire existence has been built for this moment. My purpose was to save my wife and daughter, as well as Lander and everyone else aboard my shuttle."
He leans towards the mare, resting his weight on the small table between them, "Now, with that purpose fulfilled, in these last few moments I should be at peace. Hundreds are going to die in a matter of minutes…and they cannot do anything about it – no one can now. The last of the shuttles were taken in a frenzy. Everyone left is going to die. There will be fear, there will be chaos. Confusion. There will be pain, there will be suffering."
He leans back in his chair, "But I am not calm, I am not 'at peace.' I left my family and Lander in the hands of Walter's Contingency. They are safe, and I am sure of that. The evacuation I was supposed to supervise was unorderly, however – it was pure chaos. Lots evacuated, but I might have been able to fit more in the shuttles. I did all I could, and I…nobody…can do anything to stop the gears in turn now. Destiny is simply beyond anyone's control."
The mare is on the verge of tears, "Why are you telling me this?"
He stands up and plants his hooves on the table, "Because now it is your turn! You cannot die yet! You are hope in the face of approaching death! You are part of something much bigger than this space station, if not as big as our species' existence completely! Your destiny still awaits your arrival!"
She stands up to mirror his intimidating stance, "I know what you're asking me to do, but I'm not completely positive it's even possible! I don't know if I can do it on command!"
He slams his hoof on the metal table, rattling the aluminum furniture around a bit on the steel floor, "I did my part, I did all I could! You have to try! What other choice do you have?!"
The words echo through the metal corridors of the ship as he catches his breath. The mare sits back down and looks at the table. He is right…she can try. She has to try. Even if she doesn't succeed, it would be better than just giving up. It would be better than just dying at the hands of the machines with no purpose. His voice softly continues as she concentrates,
"You were the one who brought this upon us, and I know it isn't your fault, but the least you can do is try the only thing you can to help. My work is done, but yours has only started."
Her horn starts to glow. The room starts to grow hotter. The stallion remains unaffected by the powerful display of magic. He is unafraid. Her horn grows in power and the magic it is building and gathering starts to fill the room with a loud rushing sound as she concentrates her energy. Her eyes glow behind closed eyelids. The air in the room starts to swirl into a whirlpool at tremendous speed as she is a hair's width away from her end result.
"Autumn…" His voice is barely audible above the rushing air flowing around her.
"If you can hear me…" Her horn starts to spew out beams of concentrated light. Energy is expelled from the magic appendage and dances on the floor like boiling water as the air around her starts to increase in speed.
"Remember me."
Her eyes snap open to reveal pure light behind her eyelids. Her mouth opens to speak as the light and burning energy being expelled by her horn increases. The sound of the missiles impacting the Kenandra and detonating reverberate throughout the hull as dull thumps. The screaming of ponies quietly begins in the background as they are killed and sucked out into the depths of space.
"No…remember me."