I firmly believe that those words will be burning into my subconscious for the rest of my days. I want so badly to be free, but at what cost?
Twilight's wings ached from flying. She didn't know how long she'd flown, but, as far as she was concerned, it didn't matter. When she simply couldn't keep herself in the air any longer, Twilight landed on the stone path.
When she looked up, her hopes began to rise. A door, perhaps the last one; the way out. It was simple and wooden, with the word 'exit' written on it. Twilight began to dash to the door, but before she took a step, she heard a voice that she instantly recognized.
"Do you know who I am? They call me Judgment Boy!" Twilight looked around, seeing four separate, identical Judgment Boys fall from the sky.
"Cadence or Luna, who do you side with?"
"War or Peace, which is best for the country?"
"Chrysalis or Sombre, who do you pardon?"
"Pinkie Pie or Fluttershy, who's bad side is worse?"
The questions came from all angles; and then Twilight heard another voice, deeper than the rest.
"Do you know, who I am? They call me Judgment Boy." A giant, golden Judgment Boy fell from the sky, blocking Twilight's path to the exit.
"Judgment. You have just attempted a daring escape of the fabled Gregory House, reaching the exit. If you cross the threshold, you can never return. Not even to save all the innocent souls that are trapped here. Now, do you save yourself? Go through the door and put the House's horrors behind you? Or do you turn away from your only chance at freedom to try and save your friends? What are you going to do?"
"What are you going to do?"
"What are you going to do?"
"What are you going to do?"
"What are you going to do?"
The four smaller Judgment Boy's echoed the gold's question. Twilight had already made her decision; she'd left NekoZombie and the others behind from the moment she began her escape. Twilight leapt into the air, spreading her wings to fly over Judgment Boy Gold to the exit.
She barely made it halfway before she stopped in mid-air. She was a princess of friendship. How could she ever face her subjects, face her fellow princesses, face her friends, if she abandoned her friends to rot in a place like this?
No, no she could let that happen. Not now, not ever; that's not how she did things. She turned around and flew as fast as she could back to the House.
Behind her, she could her the cries of, "Judgment now!" "Judgment now!" "Judgment now!" "Judgment now!" "Judgment now!"
She didn't turn back, she didn't want to know what had fallen.
"Pity, she made it so far. Too good, for her own good."